waterworld

Today was a crucial lesson in just how nasty the world could have been. Pasha really didn't register the fact that his family had been at some point technically hot on his heels, he merely took off. Being freed gave him the most relief he suspected that he had ever felt, and perhaps up until that point in his short memory it was really the best relief he had. But the storm was building and just getting started, bearing down on them with ferocity that propelled him forward.

Lightning lit up the world around him, prompting him at least once to squeal like the babe he really was. He found himself changing direction when it flashed, as though it were stonewalling him through the pockets of forest and open terrain. And it was to the woods that he felt the encouragement to stick — something about the openness of the various paths and ridges of the peak did not appeal to him. Whether it was simply because of a budding fear of the storm or out of instinct that he did not entirely possess the ability to control himself across the loose terrain, that was anyone's guess.

Most importantly, he did not realize that the only one behind him now was his father.