92: Mustang

In a certain location of the Outskirts of the Forest of Sparta, a completely naked boy no older than twelve years old could be seen running through the forest with burns, bruises, cuts, dirt, and leaves on his entire body.

Exhaustion, determination, and a tinge of despair could be seen in the boy's blue eyes and his extremely dirty and rough chestnut hair could not even describe what this twelve year old boy had gone through.

Branches whipped against his face, stinging like icy needles as he sprinted through the forest. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, mingling with the taste of sweat on his lips. His lungs burned with every ragged breath, and each step felt like he was dragging weights through the underbush.

"Damn it!" Silver cursed and spat on the ground. A bug had entered his mouth.