A terrible hunger clawed at his stomach, and he felt like he was going to die. Blood seeped from a gash on his forehead, and his hand held on to his side, where blood was seeping from between his fingers. He gasped for breath, walking along in the near darkness of the evening, the sun about to set. Trees and foliage were all around him, and he knew not where he was. It was about to rain, the clouds were forming in the skies above. Not before long, in little than ten minutes time, the heavens burst forth and water poured from the clouds, soaking the land, including him.<br/><br/>He couldn't care less though, he was numb from pain and hunger. He was exhausted. His vision was getting blurry, and didn't see the root sticking up, tripping over it and falling to the dirt below, the wind knocked out of his lungs. Before the light left his eyes and he passes out, he was sure that he was seeing a huge mansion ahead, and the tiniest of figures gazing out the window. And then he closes his eyes, and was oblivious to the world, laying there in the rain and mud, his clothing tattered and torn, with wounds and blood all over his body.