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Wild Hunt

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     It's happening again.
     I stood outside my house in the large field and the wind howled around me. Angry, sounding like the call of wild dogs.
     This was the third time. I couldn't tell if it was a dream or if I was sleep walking.
     Out in the field the sound came again. A howl or the call of a horn?
     I turned and fled. Across the open grass towards the trees. Something was coming, I didn't know what, but I felt it coming for me. My whole being vibrated with the need to run and I listened to it, and my legs carried me fast across the field, my movements swift and graceful until they seemed no longer human at all.
     The sound came again and I stopped at the edge of the forest, glancing over my shoulder. My body glowed with a silver light that flared as I saw it.
     A large pack of wolf-like dogs surrounded a dozen riders on horse back, their weapons gleamed in the moonlight.
     My body screamed at me to escape.
     If could outrun them a third time, I would be free. My soul my own.
     If I could not, I'd become one of them.
     One of the Wild Hunt.