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Fletcher tore himself from the bushes, ignoring the thorns that ripped at his shirt and pants. Another howl sounded, and he yelped as he sprinted away from his perfect hiding spot towards the clearing where the game had begun.
Black, leafless trees stood overhead, their branches doing little to obscure the red-streaked sky. According to his teacher, the strange coloring was caused by a Hex Cloud. Supposedly it was dangerous to be outside, but with how often Clouds came around, Fletcher never worried about such things.
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Crashing into the clearing, Fletcher glanced behind him, sure that an Unhuman was going to pop out and kill him at any moment. His father claimed that Unhumans wouldn't hurt him unprovoked, but the stories he heard at school made him doubt that, especially under a dimming sky where every branch looked like a monster ready to eat him. He pulled his wooden spear from the back of his shirt and held it up in preparation for whatever came next.
Something hard smacked Fletcher's bottom, and he spun to face his enemy with a guttural yell.