Zeph ran away from the mysterious shadows that were following him relentlessly. He ducked under the branch and then quickly found refuge beside the tree trunk. He looked at his small hands and then touched his face.
He realized that he was no longer a man of twenty years but a small child less than twelve years. He was breathing heavily as fear was taking control of his body.
He didn't know what or whose shadows they were but they were following him like hounding dogs to tear him apart. He was struggling to escape from their hands.
"Zeph, here!"
He suddenly heard a familiar voice, the child Zeph peeked from behind the tree trunk to see his Grandfather standing on the other side beckoning him.
The tension melted like ice from his face, as he smiled to see his Grandfather here to save him. He cried and jumped dashed towards him madly.