Run!

"Run Aaralon" Carl screamed, grabbing his slender wrist and taking off through the woods.

"Camila!? screamed the female voice.

"Run" Carl continued to chant.

"But the tent, our things" Aaralon cried back, in a female voice that sounded strange, yet familiar.

"There is no time. We must escape before she finds out what I've done."

The two continued running through the woods, branches and brambles tearing at their skin and clothes, yet somehow, Aaralon noticed that his dress remained unmarred. "the Magic Dress" , he thought to himself. He was finding it hard to keep up. This new body was built for something other than speed.

After about an hour, with no sign of pursuit, the pair stopped by a stream to get a drink and rest. "Wait here and don't try to run" , Carl said, and he headed off to scout for a way out of the woods. Nearby in a small bend in the stream, the water was calm enough to see one's reflection.

Carrie's Face was staring back at him.

"What in the fuck did you do Camila!", Aaralon cursed.

He got up from the stream's edge and went back to the clearing to await Camilia.