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You need to run. You must run. That was all the Vayron could think of as his legs padded the stone cold ground. It soon turned to mush from the dirt wet from yesterday’s rain. He wouldn't have known that it rained, from that awful prison of his, but if the slippery brown muck had any say. Innesius would state that it rained. He carried on, the winds brushing his pelt as he ran as far as he could away from the cell, away from his mistakes, away from that awful place he called home and those dreams he had as a child. Innesius knew that he had to flee and hide. Somewhere that no other being could find him and take him back. That’s why he rushed to the crystal caves of Vitalus. His paws made such a loud noise when they smacked into the caves that he rushed inside. It didn’t stop him. Only when he felt safe did Innesuius stop running. That did not mean he stopped moving. Padding softly he looked around the crystal caves. It didn’t take long for him to hear the soft sounds of a