The centaurs make their way through the forest running along side the old trees, jumping over the dead ones and slashing down a few to mark their new spot. I need to run. I need to hide. They must not fine me. The wind swayed in the most ominous way as I ran. Trying to find my way out of the centaur's path and out the forest into the wide open, a high pitch scream breaks the think coat of breeze. They found her! Anxiety and fear running through my heart, I ran even faster. Branches and twigs break under my foot untill the trees soon to hardly appear. Still running for my life, I turn around for a quick glance and...NO! They're behind me! How