We all run in separate directions. I dash into the trees, past overgrown shrubs and broken branches. The forest has an eerie feeling. I recall what the professor told us earlier. â€œThe world is filled with untold dangers,â€? and all we have to defend ourselves is a weapon of our choice. Some chose bows and arrows, a few picked spears, while another boy and I selected daggers. I slow down to a quick walk. I hear a rustling in the bushes to my right. I pull out my dagger, ready to fight, just in time to be tackled to the ground.
A short story