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My feet thudded across the boardwalk, slipping and sliding

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"Hush, child. He is coming."

Scoldy was stressing out. Her stretch of fiery hair was almost on end, I could dimly see in the glowing moonlight. Her face was strained as she stared over the bridge.

Staring at a dark silhouette, growing closer by the second.

"Scoldy? What is that?" I whimpered, looking at my sister.

"Scorch, I need you to get out of here."

"But what about you?" I moaned.

"Right behind you, kid."

I didn't hesitate. Just as she began to draw her heavy longbow, I sprinted, sprinted as fast as I could. Across the wet boards, jumping from dock to dock like a gibbon. Hearing the first zing just made the adrenaline pump faster.

Only after I began to become out of breath did I feel guilty about leaving my sister.

"Scoldy?" I mumbled, wishing she was here.

The bushes twitched behind me.

"Right here, kiddo," came Scoldy's tomboyish voice from behind me.

I whipped around, already grinning.

To see an enormous, spiked-armoured figure charge out of the trees.

He drew a giant bow.

Fired a single, black-tipped arrow.

I let out a scream.

Scoldy fell.

She looked at me, smiling faintly.

"Go, Scorch."

"Run."

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The night sky was a brilliant black, the stars enshrouded by the shadowy clouds. The forest air was damp and musty, a mist wafting through the the clearing surrounding the lake. The water bubbled softly, the sound of water rushing past the rocks soothing, soft. It was interrupted by a bounding of footsteps. First a man, clothed in black, a fedora hanging on his head and Amber eyes gleaming with a savage joy in the night. Behind him, a few steps away, was a woman, charging at full speed, a snarl upon her face and her sides of her lips curling upwards. Her nose was like that of a hawk, and her piercing gaze was filled with rage, to say the least. The man leapt with sudden grace, bounding across the slim bridge on the tips of his toes. The woman, however, did not walk so lightly.

Her boot clothed feet pounded across the rickety wooden boards, leaving the lake filled with remains of the bridge floating down the stream. She screamed a vicious cry 'WHERE ARE THEY?!?' The man turned around, the canopy above him casting a menacing shadow over his face. Closer up now, the man's features were much more defined, his eyes angular and sharp. He responded to her cry with a savage, relentless grin that meant the woman would never

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The rain poured out of the sky, filling the lake, urging it on and pushing its strong currents to go faster. A small bridge, stretched across the

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The man wearing the purple bowtie and coat checked his golden pocket watch, then turned and receded into the darkness. The man who had saved so many people just turned and walked away. And I ran after him.

After spending so much time in these woods, I knew how to walk, or even run, unseen. As I followed the man who had stopped worlds from burning and watched time run out, I wove the beat of my footsteps to match his, nimbly avoiding the twigs and dry leaves that would alert him to my presence.

When I was barely two metres behind him, he turned around and said, "How long do I have to wait before you say 'Hello,'?"

"But how did you-" my voice sounded pathetic. Great.

"I'm a Time Lord." He said, answering my question before I had even finished. "That means, binary vascular system, decreased ageing, low body temperature and heightened senses."

"Time Lord? What do mean, Time Lord?"

"Look up in the sky. See the constellation of Kasterborous? In that constellation is a transiting circumbinary multi-planet system - two worlds orbiting two Suns. The second of those worlds is called Gallifrey, and that's where I'm from. A species much more advanced than you humans, in a few thousand years, will invent time travel. That is why they are called Time Lords."

"So, you're from the future?"

"Is that all you picked up?" He countered, exasperated.

"No, no; it was a nice speech, but you're actually from the future?"

"Yip." He turned and continued walking deeper into the woods, towards a bright light.

I ran after him again, my previous attempt at secrecy abandoned. "Where are you going?"

He turned and looked at me. "No idea! Probably off to an alien world with a high chance of danger and death. Then, I'll try not to die while saving everyone. It's basically my job."

He turned and continued walking. After hearing where he was going, I made no attempt to follow him. A noise, like rusty, old engines, echoed through the woods, and the light faded away.

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Thudding was audible as I rush past a thick canopy of trees in the vacant forest. Leaves floated down towards the ground where the green grass softened the heavy thumping of my feet. My brown, dirty hair made me squint as it blocks my view of the mysterious man, who had just committed a crime. Nothing could stop me from knowing what this man possessed and what he was doing in this desolate, melancholy place.

It started with a sprinkle, then rain crashed to the ground making the floor more slippery. Thunder accompanied the sounds, while lightning bolted from the jet-black sky, producing a phenomena, beautiful to watch. Worst of all, perilous winds rock me about before I have the ability to stand up again. I would have to endure these conditions, but I was prepared for absolutely anything.

I was gaining on the person. In front of me, a narrow strip of wood, supposedly a bridge, made me think twice. Reluctantly, I step on the bridge, it sways to one side, heavily, then it swings . Grasping and holding onto the rope for dear life, my non-dominant starts slipping. I knew was in trouble. All I could do now, was brace myself for what was to come.

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Ella clambered down the rickety steps, desperately chasing down Toby. He had cunningly nicked her precious pearl headband, and she was ready to take revenge.

What Toby didn't understand was the fact that the headband was a family heirloom, and it had been in their family since the 1900s. Traditionally, it was given to the eldest daughter of the generation, and passed down.

Next, Ella sped down the wooden path, which was supposedly used for walking. But Ella didn't care - all she cared about was getting the headband back.

Once she was on the twisted, wooden path, all the memories came flooding back to her - when she was playing in the park with her mother, when her mother told her that she was simply going to the toilet, when she never came back and how Ella had tried to run for her life back home.

And then the fact that Toby had taken her headband just made Ella more distressed. Here she was now, her hair in a tangled mess and her clothes ripped and damaged in places.

Toby was about ten metres in front of her, but Ella thought of it as a kilometre. At the pace she was going now, Toby would be a kilometre ahead soon. He was sprinting for his life; he wanted to tease Ella. Toby was desperately clutching Ella's headband, and it was being moved back and forth due to his movements.

Suddenly, Toby halted where he was. He had stopped right where a tree was rooted, right in the middle of the path. Ella strode towards him, obviously puzzled. She didn't understand why he just stood there. Surely he was trying to get away from her?

There was Ella's chance to get the headband back. She quietly crept up behind him and slithered her hand into the gap between Toby's hand and the shimmering headband. With a yank, she pulled it free. At first, Ella felt a pang of joy, until she discovered that the headband had dissolved into a thousand pieces.

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She ran after him, speeding down the wooden walkway over the lake. She spun around a corner and just caught a glimpse of a strand of blond hair in the darkness of the night. She skidded to a stop in front of the forest. After hesitating for a moment, she dove through the wet trees after him.

She didn't run as fast in the forest. She couldn't run one metre without slamming into a tree. She simply walked through the forest, and she took this opportunity to catch her breath and calm herself down.

There was no trace of moonlight coming from the canopy above her. Huge leaves covered the path ahead of her. Walking there by herself, she had never felt more alone in her life, and that was including the time she had almost drowned. She felt as of every tree she passed had someone hiding behind it, waiting to jump out at her. The only reason she was in here was to chase the boy. And kill him. He had murdered her whole family, from her youngest brother to her oldest great-grandmother. She followed this leafy trail because she saw, as she lifted one up, that there were footprints underneath. The leaves were also new and fresh, not old. They couldn't have been laid down more than a minute ago. She had to follow this trail to lead her to the boy who had killed her family.

The next half hour of walking passed in a daze. She kept her head down, only looking up to make sure she wouldn't smash into a tree as she turned around corners. She was focused solely on the trail of leaves, ignoring everything else around her.

It was only when she had been walking for half an hour that she realised she had been led into a clearing. It was the smallest clearing she had ever been to, a space fit for just five people in the middle. The leafy trail stopped here. She also stopped.

Too late she realised.

Figures emerged from the trees around her. Human figures, each holding a sword and shield.

She had been led into an ambush.

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Sarah bolted down the wooden pathway, sending dry leaves into the murky pond below. The lamps which were simply placed on wooden stakes and held by an iron ring. The figure in black held a strange device that was probablytorture.

The moon was full above the two, shining bright like the sun, but not as warm. With no leaves, the trees useless to her, they could supply nothing, no protection, no chance to hide in the high branches. Although she was an excellent runner, the black figure kept on her heels, like a ravenous tiger bounding after its prey.

The leaves that made the floor of the forest muffled their foot steps, making them sound like scampering animals. Sarah had reached the middle of the forest. No moonlight reached her. The trees formed a barrier against the light, trapping it out, leaving Sarah breathing hard in pitch black.

After some seconds her breathing slowed. She opened up her clenched hands to reveal clammy sweat. Whipping her hands on her pants, she looked around. Realising it was useless since that the person she was running from was dressed in black.

"I have you now" a deep gravely voice from behind said.