• Found......

    Carson Palmer looked into the mirror. No, he wasn't conceited, he just somehow knew inside to look. He gradually extended his slender fingers against the glass, the mirror felt cool to his touch. Carson realized the tips of his fingers glow a faint light,his Deep brown eyes widened in bewilderment.
    He pressed on to see his hands engulf into the glass surface, with curiousity, he sunk his arm further until he lost his balance and fell into it all together.

    Carson only saw pure darkness, and suddenly met the ground roughly with his side. He grunted and muttered a few words in pain and rolled over onto his back, and stared blankly at the pack of gray wolves. They were positioned in a hunting stance, their teeth bared and saliva dripped from thier lips. Carson pushed himself back frantically with his heels, dirt kicking up into their face in the process.
    The wolves grew restless and crept closer, their dark, haunting eyes narrow and intent.
    Hunger.
    The next thing Carson knew a flash of steel slammed into the gravel, inches from his feet. He glanced up to see a figure snarl at the wolves, their back faced to him. It instantly suprised the pack, but they weren't intimidated.
    Carson watched as the stranger snarled deeper, they slowly lifted the blade cautiously. The wolves stood their ground, a vicious ripping growl emitted from all of them.
    "Run. Boy..." the stranger snapped, their voice cold and sharp with anger.
    Carson didn't think twice and sprinted off, his feet scraped against the jagged rocks.
    Who was the stranger?...
    And what had brought him here in the first place?......