Here is a small piece of a short story I've developed called Firelighter:
A gust blew past the boy, forcing him to cower as the air pierced his clothing. "Boy," it hissed, "your attempts to survive will not work while you are under my control. You will act as I command, for I have sensed your mothers, and for all the love they have given you, they have not prepared you to be your own person. You crumpled as a leaf does with the flick of my finger, how might you ever escape my mighty power?"
"I will outrun you, as I have been able to with all others like you,” the boy said. “You will see, I shall race you out of the canyon and find my mothers, and if I do, you must agree to never harm another, as you have me, again."
"So, it is a deal, then. Prepare yourself, for what you just experienced was but a taste of what I am capable of. Run, boy, and pray you may never feel my presence again. If I find you once more, you will not survive my wrath. Now go!" Another flash followed by the crackle and boom of thunder plunged the boy into utter dissonance.
The moment the boy recovered from the crash, he sprinted with all his might toward the canyon wall. Upon reaching the cliff face, the boy's spine tingled with a familiar chill. His pupils now dilated, he raced against the rocky surface, his hopes of finding shelter climbing by the second.
After a few minutes of searching, a disturbing rustle echoed from down the canyon. The boy, now terrified of his fated demise, pushed himself harder. A deafening roar swept up behind him as though a tsunami were about to come over him. Breathing intensifying, he dashed into a small enclave in the side of the wall ahead, just fast enough to feel a great whoosh knock him far into the cave, the lights around him now growing dimmer until all was black again.
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Fun, right? Just a small taste from a small work, but I love the foolish determination of the boy in the face of grave danger. It's amazing how people will react to uncertainty, isn't it?