It was a dark, eerie night when Blaize found himself lost in the depths of a thick, swaying forest, plagued with mist that obscured his vision. The wind howled ominously, and prickly pine needles snapped under Blaize’s trembling leather boots.
Blaize was a short, elleven year old boy with oak coloured hair and hazel eyes. He had tanned skin, slightly yellowed teeth, and a crooked nose.
Blaize peered around nervously at the twisted, miserable trees. Crows cawed, circling overhead. Why had he dared set foot in these terrible woods, anyway? A howl suddenly penetrated the night, causing Blaize to jump.
‘I’m going to die here,’ he thought grimly, with a cold shiver. He gave a deep breath- in, out. In, out. Deciding to think logically about the situation, Blaize turned around and began to trudge in the opposite direction of the wolf’s howl. After a few more minutes of walking, Blaize spotted a dark figure up ahead.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he dashed towards the silhouette.
“Sir?” he called desperately, and the man turned around, “could you please direct me to the nearest village? I’m lost.”
The old man gave a toothy smile, which Blaize found slightly creepy. “Of course, young chap! Follow me, if you must.” As the man turned and began to walk away, Blaize followed suit.
But little did he know, this was the biggest mistake he had ever made in his life, and would most likely be his last…
