Ace tripped over another branch. Pain was cloading his mind as he cradled his arm closer to him. His father had finally broken a bone and his mother had only laughed. Tears streaked down his face as he stumbled to his feet. He had to get away. He couldn't live like that anymore. His pail skin was littered in bruises and scars, his green tunic worn almost as much as his old tan pants and brown boots. His emerald green eyes where filled with fear and his raven hair was falling from the small ponytail it had once been in. In the distance dogs where barking. They had noticed he was gone.