The young man ran as fast as his legs could take him, dodging between trees and bushes. The forest he sped through was dark, the tree branches forming an impenetrable canopy high above him, casting his surroundings in eerie shadows. The fact that he could barely see did little to stop him; he had to keep moving.
The only sound he could hear was the thudding of his footsteps and his labored breaths. He couldn't tell if he was the only one running or if his pursuer was still after him. He should have been tired but his mind was panicked, all he knew was that he had to keep moving.
Branches nicked at his face and skin, every now and then an uneven section of terrain threatened to throw him off balance and leave him face-first in the ground. Sweat streaked down his face and stung at his eyes. He didn't even remember how long he had been running.
Eventually, the adrenalin began to wear off and his fatigue began to outweigh his fear. His mad sprint slowed to a reasonable run, then to a trot then a stop. He placed his hands on his knees and took deep ragged breaths, sweat still streaking down his face, his gray tunic was ruffled and flecked with dirt and leaves.
The sound of his own heartbeat eventually began to fade from his ears but his fears still remained. They had transformed from immediate fear of danger to a distant gnawing dread. He knew that deep down no matter how far or fast he ran he was doomed, he had come face to face with that doom moments ago.
Alexios had stolen something from the wrong person. A few weeks prior he had worked as a scribe to a powerful and wise man. A man who fancied himself a practitioner of dark magic. One of the most prized things the wise man owned was a strange golden medallion, carved with runes that corresponded to no known culture or language.
He claimed that the medallion would open the door to a temple in an uncharted land in the far south. Alexios did not understand why his master saw such great value in a key to a temple he had never even laid eyes on himself, but all the stories he had heard of the moonlight temple tickled his imagination.
A place where his wildest dreams would be fulfilled. Where any who reach it would be granted one wish, anything they could dream of. The young scribe could not understand why his master never sought it out himself.
As time wore on Alexios became more and more enamored with the medallion and the moonlight temple it was connected to. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life being a servant to others. The thought of a wasted existence had kept him up many a night. The temple and the promise of its one wish began to occupy his every waking thought as well as his dreams.
In a fit of greed or madness or both, he had stolen the medallion and a book that might have held clues to the temple's location. He fled that night and for the first few days away from his master he felt safe, even a bit happy. Then he noticed something stalking him.
In every town, he visited the hooded figure followed him. The first time Alexios laid eyes on him his gut told him he could only bring trouble.
A few days later in another town miles away he saw the hooded figure again, scanning the crowds of people looking for him. Its eyes were far from human, they were two yellow orbs that looked more at home on a snake than a man.
The second time he saw the hooded figure he knew he was being followed. His master did claim to be a practitioner of dark magic.
Paranoia began to seep into every pore of his life. Everywhere he went he looked over his shoulder (metaphorically and often physically) for the hooded pursuer. After he spotted him a third time and was nearly seen by him, Alexios resolved to only venture into towns and villages when it was absolutely necessary.
The thought of the creature that stalked him filled his mind more than the thoughts of the temple. Sleep rarely came to him and when it did the slightest noise would have him scrambling awake. His appetite soon fled from him and found himself having to force food down.
After only a few weeks his mind was stretched to a breaking point. Then the figure found him.
On a dirt road in the countryside, Alexios looked up to see the hooded monster on the hill not far from him. Its inhuman eyes locked into his. For a half-minute, the two just stared at each other. Both knew what was about to happen but neither was ready to make the first move.
Then there was a noise, a simple tree branch snapping but that was all it took. Like a frightened deer, Alexios broke into a wild sprint straight into the thick of the forest, his panic and fear finally overwhelming him after weeks of building up. He ran for what felt like an eternity until he could run no more.
Now he was here, slumped against a tree, still panting. He knew the monster would find him again and if he ran or evaded it, it would find him again and again. He cursed his master, his pursuer and his foolishness for ever stealing that damned medallion.
After he caught his breath he knew he had to keep going. Something told him his master had not requested he be brought back alive. Alexios would find the temple or die trying.
Despite the ache in his muscles he urged himself back on his feet and continued his walk. He pulled out a compass from the satchel on his side and held it to the little light in the forest. After a bit of squinting, he began to head south.
Something stopped him though. Was that the sound of a snapping twig? Alexios paused for several seconds trying to locate the sound before giving up. If the creature was still chasing him it would have found him already. He had to focus on putting more distance between them.
Suddenly from the direction of the sound, something burst out of the bushes, its shoulder collided hard with Alexios's chest and he fell on his back. It took him a few seconds to gather his breath and look up and when he did his blood ran cold. The figure now stood above him. Its yellow, hateful eyes glared down at him.
Alexios began to scramble backward trying to put any distance between them. "Please! I'll give him back the damn medallion!" He cried. The hooded figure reached into its robes and produced a long knife, its edge gleaming on the little light that escaped the forest canopy.
Alexios' head began to touch a tree behind him. He had nowhere to scramble backward to "Please! you-you don't have to-" He stammered. The abomination raised the knife over its head. Slowly, like it was savoring his terror. Just as he was sure it was about to bring it down there was a whistle and what could only be described as a wet crunch.
The hooded creature twitched and Alexios only now realized that only one eye looked down on him. The other was replaced by an arrow shaft. Like a cut tree, the creature slowly tipped backward and fell, hitting the ground with a great thud.
Alexios spun round to the direction the arrow had been fired from. The first thing he noticed about his would-be savior was that it was a woman. She was tall, taller than him and almost reaching six feet in height. She sported a head of golden hair that cascaded around her shoulders and most likely down her back.
She wore surprisingly little. All she had was a wine-red loincloth that just barely covered what it was supposed to cover and two brown leather slings that contained what must have been a pair of large round breasts.
All else she had to her modesty were a pair of black sandals that reached her knees and an arrow pouch over her back. The fact that she was wearing so little drew attention to the rest of her exposed body. In some places she was built like a warrior, her arms were toned and the muscles on her stomach were as defined as the contours of a map and glistening with moisture.
At the same time, her hips were as wide and as pronounced as all her other muscles and formed a mesmerizing hourglass figure, all supported by thighs so thick they could break a man's skull between them. She was not shy about tattoos either. On the outside of each log-sized thigh was a stylized tattoo of a wolf. Around each of her biceps were the tattoos of a snake chasing its tail, and under and around her eyes were a sort of blue paint that ran down her cheeks like blue tears.
Before Alexios could say a word the warrior woman retrieved an arrow from her pouch and notched it into the bow she held in her right arm. Her bow was pulled tight and Alexios found himself once again staring down a weapon meant for him.
He slowly raised his hands above his head as if to both request she not fire and show that he was unarmed. "I-I am of no danger to you" he started shakily. "I know" she smirked smugly followed by a demand "Stand up" Alexios had no room to deny her. He had nowhere to run and unlike his last assailant at least she was not trying to instantly kill him. The wisest course of action was to comply.
As he slowly got to his feet, with his hands still above his head the woman looked him up and down giving no indication of what she was thinking.
"Turn around" was his next instruction. He did so, "Start walking," she said. seeing no alternative than to comply Alexios began to walk into the forest, The warrior woman's footsteps were close behind him.
He wished that there was something he could do. Nothing wholesome could come from his predicament but alas he could not outrun an arrow no matter how hard he tried.
For about twenty minutes the two walked in complete silence, save for the sound of their own footfalls. Soon Alexios found himself in a small clearing with a camp in the middle.