A swirl of black mist flowed towards me, powered by a unknown source and carried by the harsh wind that blew across this barren land. I knew i had to escape the mist but i don't know why. I hoisted my bow over my shoulder and ran towards the woods. Low hanging branches scratched my face, thorn's snagged on my hide leggings but i continued to run. Suddenly i burst into a clearing and was momentarily blinded by the bright sun. I stumbled and fell with a scream. I looked behind me and saw the black mist was hovering in the shadows. Confused, i stood not caring about that right now i set off back towards my tribe. I glanced back and realised that the mist was no longer there, i cautiously carried on until i reached the top of the hill and could see my tribe's village. "Home, sweet home" i sighed happily and raced down the hill.1