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Chapter 1: Prologue

"Urghhh"

His heart was in his mouth. He wanted to allow the breath a space. He had been running and

needed to rest. He wasn't sure if that was the best time for him to nurse that feeling.

The numbers of trees there were beyond expectations. He hadn't thought he was going to see

anything close to those. The trees were scattered in spree across the forest and he couldn't awe their

undaunted stance. His heart wasn't his anymore.

His hoofs were sticky and his chest heavy. There was a rhythmic jive which his reasoning had

supplanted. His rage could not sway to it. He looked.

There was nothing in sight. The view was clear and dainty dusk was dragging by. He looked up. He

saw mists in groups and felt like elevating to touch the recently growing-moody sky. He remembered.

That was not the time for the thought.

He took few steps backwards and decided to seat by the root of a tree. He tottered towards the tree

and had his back to its bark as he slid down on his back down the root. Then he heard the crunching of

leaves few steps away.

He stood abruptly. He needed to be sure that he wasn't hallucinating. He thought he had lost them.

But it did seem as though he had fed himself from the bowl of sapid lies. His back was to the bark.

He watched keenly and curiously. He wished that he could pluck his eyes out and send it to figure

out who was there. He knew that he wouldn't be able to stand a chance with five of them at a time. He

wouldn't take chances.

Then like he was caught in a trance, he saw a Satyr and Centaur making for him. He had no idea

how they had seen him.

"How wrong I was to think that you're this sensible."

He moved forward. There was no point in hiding anymore. No dignity to that of course.

"You two don't want to end up like your mates."

At that, the Satyr seemed to be really vexed. His eyes were like ember tensed and beaten. He

knew that anything could happen at that moment.

"May hell kiss you!"

The Satyr said, charging at him as he ducked the ferocious pounce that he was going to lance.

Thank goodness that he was smart enough. But two of the Satyr's fingers had made tracks on his

flesh.

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He was at the middle. The Satyr was to the right and the Centaur to the left. Twas no cake walk

anymore. The two charged at him at once.