Lost Eagle

"Ha… Ha…"

Grendy ran wildly as the screams behind him turned clearer and clearer. He turned back only to find the young lady, as pale as a sheet, gasping for air. Her expensive robe was torn, revealing bloody gashes on her soft and delicate skin. As they dashed through the pitch-black forest, the bright flames behind them were vaguely in sight and the echoes of dogs barking were getting increasingly closer.

"Hurry up, Natasha."

"I-I can't do it, Grendy."

The struggling young lady named Natasha followed closely and clumsily behind Grendy. Even though she was on the verge of collapsing, she tightly held the wooden box in her arms with no intentions of letting go. Grendy knew she was almost at her limit. Without any choice, he grabbed her right hand.

"Follow me, Natasha. We will have a chance of survival once we pass through this forest and swim to the other side of the White River!"