Katlin ran through the woods as fast as her legs would carry her. She really hated trees, there was no room at all to take off. She could hear them, behind her, following. She tripped and ripped her pants on a sharp rock. A sudden pain stabbed at her knee as the skin tore on the rough ground. Ignoring the injury, she pulled herself up and continued running. They couldn't catch her. She was faster than they were. She'd been escaping them her whole life, she wasn't going to loose now.<br/>Finally, she reached a clearing large enough to spread her wings, and she lept up into the air. She had to work a little, as going straight up was harder than any other means of flying. She left the sounds of the hunters behind as she flew off into the night.<br/>About an hour later, she landed on a nice mountain. It was cold, and she loved it. She looked at her throbbing knee curiously. Luckily, she'd only skinned it. It would heal. Besides, dragons healed quickly. She scowled to herself. 'Dragon.' She hated that term. It was what the hunters called her kind.<br/>She became aware of someone else there, a different smell. "Who's there?" She called out.