He scrambled through the rocks. The wind was picking up now and the rain was falling heavier, faster and more wicked than before. How would he make it out of here in time? As he threw one rock out of his way, he stumbled over the next. The gloom and grey of the sky seemed to morph into the baron grey and rocky landscape. No sign of life. No sign of colour. Just him and the never ending field of slate and sand. His foot suddenly slipped, sending him down the path like a rag doll. His limbs flailed and his head hit a few sharp edges until he lay helpless on the ground. His panicked eyes were not struggling to stay open, with the water running over his body and the blood starting to seem out. As he lie on the hard wet ground, he saw something move under the rock in front of him. A flash of red. A flash of orange. What was it? His mind was playing tricks on him. After taking the tumble he wasn’t in the right state of mind. Yet the red flash kept appearing. Scared but always curious, he slowly tried to move his body towards it. Crawling and dragging his useless body forward, he grabbed the rock and started to roll it off the ground. The flash of red grew and started to emerge from underneath. Before he could push the rock completely off, the red thing catapulted it away. He could make it out more clearly now. It was a long scaley red tail swooshing from a ditch of orange glow. The tail thrashed from side to side before wrapping itself around him. What was this?

An ancient evil awakes.