Role

Chapter 1

The sounds of the jungle are a cacophony of distraction as Golthazar slowly
creeps silently through the thick vegetation. Hoots of monkeys, screeching
birds, and wheezing lizards drown out the occasional crack of a twig as she
treads carefully with vigilant eyes deeper into the harsh terrain. She tries
her best to cover her tracks but her damp clothing, soaking with sweat from
the oppressive humidity of this morass hell hole, and increasing fatigue
addle her mind as exhaustion sets in. Looking behind every so often she
stands completely still and does not blink. Now that her eyes are adjusted to
the jungle terrain, she keeps them wide open and stares out into the
surrounding thicket. The primeval forest stands still and for a quick moment
she sees the top of low palm frond give a slight wiggle back and forth in the
distance. Adrenaline surges down her spine and in a fluid motion she sinks
down into the underbrush, frantically searching for a place to hide. The
hunters were getting closer.