PROLOGUE
Okay, Myra, take a deep breath. Make sure you stay hidden, don't make a sound. Whatever you do, don't panic, that's just what they want. Stay calm. I tried to calm myself down, but the Terror was after me. His loud footsteps fell heavily on the crunchy, dry leaves that littered the forest floor. He was getting closer. A couple more steps and he was on the other side of my tree.
"Come out, come out wherever you are!" He said in an eerily sing-songy voice. I whipped around the tree, landing a powerful kick square in his chest. I was not going to die today.
