Dashyl could barely feel the igwaza runner galloping beneath him. The tops of the golden grass stalks whipped by him in a mustardy blur, the wind deafened his ears, his heart felt as light as it had ever felt. Dashyl laughed and screamed, then let the wind force its way down his throat, puffing out his cheeks. Tears shot away from the corners of his eyes and his nose began to ooze, but he didn't care.
"This is incredible," Dashyl shouted to his companions who were ahead of him on their own igwazas. Dashyl's was the smallest and must have been the slowest runner of the three. Unable to contain himself, the young boy let out another yell, "Wooooooo!" Fretly turned around. He heard me, Dashyl thought, but Fretly did not focus on his friend who was following him. Instead, he looked past Dashyl, back toward the tree line. His eyes filled with fear before he turned back around and began urging his igwaza to run faster.
Reluctantly, Dashyl turned around to have a look. He instantly became queasy not looking in the direction the igwaza was running. Fighting the urge to close his eyes, Dashyl saw what he first thought was a line of smoke or fog obscuring the tree line far in the distance. But the cloud did not disperse or rise into the air. Rather, this cloud hovered over the tops of the grass stalks and was getting closer. Dashyl could look no longer and faced forward again. Even though the weird cloud moved toward them quickly, the igwaza could surely outrun whatever it was, he reasoned. Then Dashyl looked back once more. The cloud had moved closer than he figured. It must be moving extremely fast, he thought, but how? Dashyl's body suddenly pumped adrenaline due to fear instead of exhilaration. He finally understood, they were being chased by a razorwig swarm.
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