Prolouge

Here's the beginning of a new story I think I might write. I really don't know where it is going so please give me some ideas:)


The air was startlingly cold. The wind slapped my face as I ran towards the woods. They couldn't
get me now. I ran as fast as I could, yet I could still see their torches blazing behind me. I had to outrun them; I had to escape. I reached the woods and now the prison was but a small mound in the distance. I tripped over a fallen branch and lost my footing. I slammed into the ground with a loud and painful thud. They’ll get me now. I’m dead! I thought. But the mob simply stopped at the woods and stood there, their torches ardent. After a few lingering moments they walked away, slowly and with defeat.
I took a deep breath of relief. Their fear of the woods had kept them from finding me. I was safe.
For now...