I'm walking. None of my senses work. I can't feel or hear or see anything, but somehow I know I'm walking. Some time passes and my senses begin to slowly return, as if waking from a slumber. I start to see my breath in the air and the cool dark night hiding behind the trees. I feel the up and down of walking and the cool snow beneath my feet. Existence fades in.

The snow is not impossible to walk through but a hindrance all the same. I have no destination, only to get away from the thing that's chasing me. I can't see it in the night, but I know it's there. And I know it's coming.

Who does he think he is!? Appearing out of nowhere and treating this place like his own personal playground. Unforgiveable!

I know what it is that's chasing me now. I still can't see it as I dare not turn around, but I know that it is a huge beast. It is something like an overgrown wolf, about the size of an elephant, with fangs sharp and pointed and dangerous. It is old, I know its hair is gray and old, and I know that this is his kingdom. And I am just a puny intruder.

He closes in on me. I can now hear his gallop and panting breath. I stop.

I turn and look him in the eye. The beast slows to a relaxed pace, and calmly ambles towards me.

You won't leave here.

I still have something.

I may be old, but you are still nothing.

I will cursh your bones and eat your life and leave nothing behind. Not even your memory will remain.

I can't let you continue. This place, it isn't yours anymore.

The weakness in my body does not subside but I focus my strength, steel myself. I feel the lightning pulse through my arm. It illuminates the forest around me in blue and gold and purple and white and they mesh together a million times a second. I almost jump back in surprise at the sight, but something inside me calms me down. It's like I remember it from somewhere.

The beast forms an impressed smirk with its maw and lunges at me.

The lightning wraps around my arm, compressing down into my hand and forming a solid shape. It turns into something like a pike, made of a "material" I've never seen before, and likely never will again.

I hurl it as hard as I can at the beast.