Stumbling through the dark gloomy forest; Jacob saw the twisted oak trees trying to get away from the hunt of the smoke and shadow which were hunting him down. Shadow-hunters. Night-Stalkers. It was horrific all he could see was darkness: Muddy paths were it has been walked on to much; the branches of the trees and the trees itself was ripping apart; the hunt of shadow in the distance and the moon was high up in the eerie gloomy sky, and a wolf howling of the cliff. Realising the hunt and shadow were after him he took a run for it. When he started to get exhausted he observed a little rock he could hide behind just then he had tripped over something…