Prologue: Part 1- Run Draco Run!!!
Winds sweep past my shoulders as I ran through the cold damp forest at night. Three of those chav wolves have been chasing me down for almost 2 weeks straight. I was numb from the numerous wounds and bruises littered over my skin. A particularly deep one was draining me of my blood. My final bit of magic left is being pointlessly spent on concealing spells, with my last batch of blood-replenishing potion having been used up over a month ago.
I have been lucky enough to procure Silverweed, Echinacea, and Yellow Gentian a week ago but due to my current circumstances, I haven't been able to find a place to rest, let alone brew a potion.
Thing were better off for me than others at the start of the war. Sure I was a death eater's son, but my skill in potions gave me enough pardon and leeway to safely stay in the headquarters to brew potions for the warriors. Those bloody Gryffindors would always daunt me as a yellow-bellied prat; however, it didn't take long for those foolish lions to drop dead one by one and finally mature. A dark way to interpret the situation, but war can never be described lighter than that. War is cruel, unfair, and unforgiving. Those who can't adapt to the ways of war would wind up dead faster you can say quidditch.
A branch snapped under the weight of my foot. 'Shoot, I've been careless!' I need to find a cover, fast. I could hear the rustling of the leaves as they get closer, they're going to find me if I don't move!
I run to the north looking for any form of hope. Someone, anything, please! o dear merlin. I cant die yet, I still have to deliver this book to granger! It may be the only thing that exists that could stop the war or better yet, prevent any of this from happening. My sight has gone cloudy, white blotches have appeared in my vision. This cant be good, I'm running out of blood.
My movements become more sluggish, as with every step my breath gets shorter. Suddenly I hear the sound of rushing water. I felt hope, my vision cleared up enough for me to see a river just 20 feet away, to the northwest.
With every bit of strength I quicken my pace. 15. . . 10 . . . 5 feet. Please let me make it there. With an large intake of breath, I jump into the river, letting the water carry me away to safety. I could feel the energy signatures of the three werewolves thrash around in the place I used to be, just mere seconds ago. I did it! I survived!
My vision gets darker but no, I cant sleep now. I need air! I try to swim upwards but the current is too strong, it keeps dragging me down. I thrust my arms and kick with my legs, a sharp pain strikes my shoulder as I hit the bedrock. Opening my mouth to cry out from the pain, I let escape the air that kept me alive. Water rushes into my lungs as I struggle for air, drowning me by gallons of cold water. I can't give up. I cant die!
This is going to hurt. I reach into the pouch hanging around my waist and take out a small spherical ball that glows a foreboding red. Smashing it onto the bedrock, it explodes, launching me upwards at an incredible speed. What was left of my breath, was knocked right out of my lungs but I still reach out to grab on to anything I can.
My hand encloses around a rough but durable stick, a tree branch! Heavens is helping me. Hoisting myself up, I break though the water surface and gasp. Coughing out the water from my throat, I could feel the air rushing into my lungs like wildfire. I crawl onto the soft grass and cough out the remaining water in my system. I fall down with my back to the floor, resting my muscles that were numb and spasming from exhaustion.
Looking up at the stars, I observe the position of the constellations and realize that I was carried away further than I thought. It's a good thing though, those wolves will no longer be able to track me down and kill me. . . I just hope it wasn't too far, otherwise I fear that I might not be able to make it back to Headquarters before something else kills me.
The sky is getting darker now, the numb feeling from before has been replaced with biting shivers from the cold winds. I'm going to have a fever or a cold at this rate. Nothing a pepperup potion cant fix but I'm going to have to use a few spells to heal this massive gash spanning a few inches on my left abdomen. Otherwise it may get infected and further push me down the path of death.
My magic reserves have been wrung dry. Looks like I'll just have to do everything tomorrow. Closing my eyes, I let sleep take over hoping kind dreams would greet me as I rest.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
stone