White Opulence

I hear it in my ears. They're coming for me. I know what they want already. They want my mind. My one true possession and they wish to steal it from me.

Hunters hunt for whatever they can find, but warriors seek out a specific target. They search and destroy. This little boy stands alone frightened. Panicking. But this boy is smart, he knows he needs to pull himself together if he is going to survive. But he's distracted, the wind smashes at his ears, the rain pounds his body, and time rips away his chances.

He gathers himself, but the noises get louder, distracting him more, until he finally breaks into a run. Branches lash against his face, and the mud from the ground flicks up his back. He takes a right deeper into the darkness. There is a moment of silence as he stops, just a moment. His head is clear. But then he is very aware of the fact that he is being followed and he begins to run once more. He runs faster, but he is small so he tires quickly.

Once more he stopped before they got him. They held him for a while. They nearly destroyed him but the boy was strong and prevailed. The sad thing was, was that he was so close to getting out of the woods when they caught him, if he fought through the brambles just a bit harder he would have made it out into the air. Oh, how fresh that air is. Not polluted with the yellow stink of musky roots filling these rows of giants. The air is what choked him down, it made him weaker. That's how they found him.

I continue to run now, I know how to get out. I know how fast these warriors are. I know how long it will take me to be free from this yellowing mist into the white breezes of 1865. What I find now, is that they may catch up with me before I make it. So I have to run faster, work harder, in order that I may escape this oppression before it takes me further down the rabbit whole. I seek the world of white opulence, and that is what I shall get.