traced by a shade wraith

Another choking roar came from the creature, when the wraith called back. It let out a moan that started to shake the trees.
When I felt it, I fell to my hands, overwhelmed with fatigue.
“Andrew? What’s wrong?” Lily worried.
Aimy loaded an other set of disks.
“Andrew, get back behind the trees,” She said.
“Aimy he’s not ok,” Lily snapped.
“And we’ll be dead if we’re spotted, now get the hell back out of sight.
Lily tried to help me up. I couldn’t even speak. Suddenly, the wraith let out a higher pitched moan.
“F***! It sees us,” Aimy panicked.
I could speak.
“No it doesn’t. It’s blind. But it knows we’re here,” I said.
“How do you know that?” Aimy snapped.
“I’m not sure,” I said. “But it feels like a fact”
Loud, rapid cracking could be heard from the wraith, swirling in the distance. It’s paddles were breaking apart into smaller pieces, droping onto the land.
“What’s going on?” Aimy whispered with a cry.
The sound of an army of tiny footsteps approached. More and more dropped. Soon more chocking roars could be heard, some coming from creatures that shook the dead trees. Then from the horizon of the slope, an army of tiny, three legged creatures stormed the ground. Some crawled, some jumped. When they found us, their legs divided into flaps and began a chorus of echoing snaps. As they picked up, I began to feel an overwhelming anxiety. I could not move or hear as they picked up. I heard a muffled call from Lily, then a tug on my hand. Finally I came to.
“Andrew stay with me!” she cried.
-The Terra Nubelesus, Andrew Schlageter