Zane Caelum

Zane's heart raced as his feet pounded the muddy path, breath misting in the chilly air. Running was nothing new to him, as he spent the majority of his life running from the guilt that haunted him. That cold guilt had led him to this very moment, running for his life against a foe far too powerful to challenge. His mind was torn, the memories of his past, his mistakes, clouding his judgment. What was he running for? And more importantly, what was he running from?

"Dammit" he said under breath.