A person was running while carrying me in their arms. It was as if I were a precious gem to them. I was small and wrapped up in a sort of cloth. I looked around to see what was happening to me, almost falling out of their arms. In response(to me almost falling to my doom), their grip on me became tighter.

 I could not see their face from where I was, and the only thing I could hear was from the person. Their breathing was heavy, heartbeat loud, and a cloak covered them from their shoulders down.

From the way the person was running, I could tell that they were in a hurry. After a while, the noises I heard weren’t just coming from the person, but someone else's heavy footsteps behind us. It didn’t take long for me to realize that someone was chasing us, but the question was: who was it?

I was oddly calm at the beginning but, this realization made me bury my head in their chest. I felt something lumpy. 

Wait, what? Lumpy? LUMPY!? I looked up at the person’s face, seeing if I could get a good look. Nothing, but a wave of relief rushed over me. At least I knew a bit of who this person was. They definitely had female features—this at least answered one of my questions.

 We zipped past the trees and magic beasts of the night without a sound that could provoke them. With how fast we were going, the cold wind sharply wisped past my face. How I wish these tiny limbs could do something to block it. Without any warning, we came to a stop. 

WHY DID WE STOP!? All I knew was that the thing we were running from must have been dangerous, right? 

So why did we stop, if the person or thing chasing us could kill us?! I heard a loud crunch from a now broken twig behind us. I wasn’t ready for that sound, or the thing that could have made it. I shivered in fear. I wanted to hop out of this person's arms and run to save myself. 

But... I couldn’t move. It was as if I were paralyzed. 

Suddenly I heard a deep voice gasping for air and calling out to us.

“That kid will never... be safe if their hearts still beat... so just give up already!”

He spoke with many pauses; he was gasping for air. He was probably running after us for a while. The strange man fell to his knees and bowed his head as if he could find more air near the ground. 

The mysterious person (or lady, I guess) holding me turned around after a moment of hesitation. They furrowed their eyebrows in annoyance, and under their breath cursed the man before replying,

“They will never get their filthy hands on this child.”

Their voice was sturdy and angered, as it was high pitched. The moment they closed their mouth, they swiftly pulled out one of the arms that were holding on to me, putting it out towards him. 

After that, I saw a bright light coming from their hand. I could barely get over the new light shining in the dark when I heard a loud thump and sharp howl of pain. It was coming from the guy who had just spoken! 

The yelp of pain was fierce and deadly, making me cry from fright. 

So I really was a baby! 

I couldn't see anything because she had pulled me closer to her, but there was an undeniable scent of blood. 

He was dead. 

HE WAS DEAD! The person holding me just murdered someone!!!