They veered off the road, making a mad dash to the forest. There were shouts of surprise as their ambushers realized theyr prey was escaping. Those shouts turned to startled screams as the corn fields started to writhe around them, violoently rustling. Tynan's eyes were distant, his horse blindly following the others.

Feather glanced behind, she gasped sharply. The corn stalks were moving like an animal, weaving webs and impeeding their ambushers, rising like long tendrils streaked with blood. She stared at Tynan, his face blank and distant. After a few moments, the sounds behind them died off.

The horses soared over the low stone wall that marked the barrier between the cornfields and the trees and vanished into the shade of the forest. Their horses slowed down and came to a halt as life returned to Tynan's face. Tynan, Arum, Feather and Adam turned to look behind them, but saw no pursuit. Tynan winced and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Feather was staring at him in astonishment. "Did you do that?" she asked.

"Do what?" Tynan replied as he slumped in his saddle.

"What the hell happened?" Arum exclaimed, looking out through the gaps in the trees. In the distance behind them, cornstalks had grown to an abnormal height, weaving around eachother to form a bloody spire.