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Tidry sat, cursing the night, underneath an almost waterproof shrubbery where he had seeked shelter. It was not the water that came poaring down from above that bothered him -though it distorted his line of sight- it was the wind that he felt could blow his shelter away. With a taste of blood still in the back of his mouth after running free, he felt that anything that jumped up in front of him would easily annihilate him.
"Curses!" he thought, as the huge ox-beast walked up, twenty feet from him. But, he felt relieved that the minotaur -if it was- also had caught some tiredness after the run. But Tidry was not as immune against sickness as it. Now!! He could not just sit here, and nothing could keep him. The minotaur was far enough away to not be able to notice his movement. "It is?" Tidry doubted in his mind. He tried to crawl past the many bushes without the bushes responding with a shaking. The minotaur would have ran to his hiding place, and killed him. He was not even a real warrior. But he could run. He was fast. But how fast?
The cloud-covered black sky seemed to be smiling sinisterly down on him, only enhancing his adrenaline rush; that would help him through this. He was slowed down by the wet, muddy ground, that almost caught him. He could just imagine how stained he would be afterwards. "Afterwards. If I survive," he thought. He had finally crawled throug the bushes, but could not afford to stand up and run. He just tried to run like a dog, as best he could. "Damn!" He had knocked his knee into a grass-covered rock, seemingly. But nothing could stop him!! He struggled, and clenched his teeth to try to forget the pain.
"Is all black? Can not one hope help me? Through this?"
His thoughts ran wild. How close was the minotaur? Was he hearing it? Did he hear it breathing heavily behind him? But no, the wind caused all noise. And also ruined his chances of hearing the minotaur if it was that close. Could he look over his shoulder? Would he then bump into something else? Maybe he could get up and run when he entered the tree-covered area that lay in front of him? His eyes got hit by the rain, and it felt worse than soap-water. Worse than fire. Everything did. His knee. His head. But nothing felt worse than the paranoia that he struggled to overcome. That the minotaur was watching him; and thinking how easily he could slaughter him. And there. He heard something against a rock. It was close by. He tied his muscles, and looked to the side. The minotaur. And Tidry; with a damaged knee. He stood up, and was shaking. He didn't run at first, but just looked at the beast. In his mind, the minotaur was licking a large knife, anticipating the use of it.
"Now!!" he thought, and ran -hopeless- into the wood. He heard it. It was coming faster and faster. Feet after feet, his hope ran away. He finally felt something touch his shoulder, and then his throat became cold. Something slit through his neck, and his eyes slowly closed . . .
"NO!!!" he yelled, and his eyes went wide open. He was in an empty room. It was all a dream . . . a nightmare. Except for a very sore throat.
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