She ran, ran as fast as she possible could through the forests of the mountain, crying as she did this, she was barefoot, and blonde hair flew back in the air as she sprinted. They were snarling behind her, and hear their paws scraping against the dirt as they caught her scent and tried to capture her.

They were nightmares in her dream, the stalkers of witch had hunted humanity since the end of the war. They were Lich's minion, his harbingers that wished to destroy everything that drew breath, for years they fought them, but had generally failed over time.

Now they hunted what they were sure was the last human.