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The cracking of twigs, echoed through the dark woods, the tall trees passing out of view as quickly as they entered. Their branches rattling, dropping dying leaves to the ground, as the small figure scrambled through the thick shrubs below. The silence that would usually fill the dark woodland was broken by thudding footsteps, rustling leaves and the quick panting of a young child, desperately running from something. Streams of light flashed between the gaps in the canopy above, the child’s face shone in the light, pale skin on a terrified face. The child was a young boy, his hair fair and flowing in the wind, his eyes reflecting the sil