Writing challenge

I sprinted through the forest, my forehead beaded with sweat. My masters were chasing me because I was their servant. I ran when I had the chance, they would hopefully of lost me in this horrid sweatbox. I know this forest like the back of my hand. The only reason I knew it like the back of my hand was because it used to be my home. Me, my mother and my father, untill the terrible pirates had captured us and taken us into the land base. My mother and father where sent elsewere and I never saw them again. I sprinted right back to where my home was and yanked the moth eaten rug of the floor and opend the trapdoor.