The Prologue

I sped down the road. Each thundering step sent shockingly large amounts of pain up my legs and to the tips of my body.

It was excruciating. But I needed to get away. Leaving a trail of blood behind, I could feel the tingling of my skin already beginning to heal. It was taking too long. Probably because I had put my ring back on now. Of course anyone would be able to follow my bloody (pun intended) footsteps and find me.

Luckily it was just humans that sought me and not Trackers. Those beings caught people with just a scent. Even though they were just humans, here I was, giving them a map made of my own blood. It would have been less conspicuous to just draw an X on my forehead.

I needed to bandage the wound. Yeah, it would heal soon enough, but I couldn't risk being caught. I just couldn't let the advantage I had go. This was my only chance. Wheels spun in my head. I was no expert at directions but something in me screamed: "You're going the wrong way!" It was strange to say the least, since I didn’t know where I was going in the first place. 

Concentrating on it made the voice louder and I yelled at it to go away. With the control I acquired just then, my thoughts became clear and I started to strategize instead of thinking of strategizing. Find a way to bandage your leg. Get new clothes and most importantly, do not lose your ring. Lose it and you're as good as dead. And you can't afford to die… again.