He ran through El Riksthar at speeds faster than any normal human could hope to acheive. Where was he? Neither here nor there. Oh well, it didn't matter. As long as he got away from that creepy grim reaper guy. Reaching a shallow pond, he stopped for a second to gaze in the water. What he saw was startling beyong belief.
"My face...and my hair...and what's up with these duds...?"
A twig snapped behind him. Noticing the weapons on his back for the first time, he snatched the sword and flung around. Nothing, at least for now. He had to keep moving, like a rabbit on a dog track. There was no rest.
Because Ray of Kniana was being hunted.
