Ren was running, running, but he was not sure from what. he knew something was following his, something demonic. he knew he could not look back because if he did he would be screwed. The temptation was compelling his to but he could not make himself. Instead he kept running. Now he was getting tired it felt as if he was running forever. But still he had to keep going, despite the burning in his legs, his thighs calves all his legs. The road in front of his was getting darker and he could not see anything any more, but he kept running. Now his upper body was tiring. His arms throbbing his chest on fire, his head beginning to go dizzy from the lack of oxygen. It was impossible to keep running but he had to try. What ever was behind his was not going to stop so he had to, just a little bit longer. Or so he thought. Suddenly Ren felt his ankle connect with something and he fell head first into the abyss. Meanwhile in the real world Ren was struggling in his bead, casting random spells to try and escape from his nightmare.
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