Alex and the felhunter continued through the woods until the felhunter dashed foward. Alex sprinted and followed him until he heard the voice yet again. He fought the urge and raced foward, beginning to slow down. Hunger and Fatigue mixed to make Alex tired. He fell down and held his stomach. Nothing was in it, but stomach aid burned and churned, making him feel ill. He got up and walked after the felhunter.
Nova pointed the way he was going. "The witch's back. It's the way he's going, like it's drawn to his staff."
Nova pointed the way he was going. "The witch's back. It's the way he's going, like it's drawn to his staff."
