I don't know when I last saw a ray of sun. Months, years must have passed since I got lost in this inescapable forest. Using the moss on the oaks I was sure was I was not wandering in circles. But the fear of walking so far in the wrong direction always gnawed at me. The woods seemed thicker and more overgrown the farther I got. But between the foliage a warm glimmer broke through. I ran, tumbled through the branches, thorns and sticks scratching my skin.

A burst of sunlight blinded me. Then I saw the baby blue sky. And then I felt a cold blade on my throat.

"You have to understand, in this part of the woods, only the strongest survive. By killing and looting.", a raspy voice whispered in my ear.

I was glad that I had seen the sky one last time.