Suddenly I run past the group as if death him self was on my tail. Looking over my sholder to see if I'm still being persued, I trip and smash head first into a tree, breaking one of my head wings. Screaming out in pain, I fall the rest of the way to the ground and lay still hopeing that if I am being pursued, they will think I'm dead. Please don't let them figure out I'm not dead, if they do, I'm dead.