I stood up, wiping a couple tracks of crystallized tears off my face, and turned toward my camp. I may have betrayed them, but I had to warn them that the enemy knew. I didn't have to tell them how I knew. "I was on a spy mission. That's why I ran away last night." I had to speak out loud. My head was getting too crowded with thoughts and split emotions. Speaking aloud made everything more real. And more urgent. I took a deep breath to prepare my body to run but then I heard feet pounding against the ground. Whoever it was was in a hurry and they were closing in fast. I dove behind the first bush I could find, hoping it would be enough protection, but knowing it wouldn't be. "This is it, I'll probably have to fight," I said quietly to myself. I took deep breaths as I moved quietly, preparing to pounce on what or whoever was going to come crashing through the trees. "If I'm going to go down, I'm going to go down fighting," I muttered, my eyes locked on the expanse of trees in front of me.