by Kaitlyn Hoyt
I AM SURROUNDED BY DOZENS of people, all looking at me with menacing glares. Their weapons are drawn, and they look ready to kill. I start backing up until I can move no more. Pressing myself up against a tree, I look around, hoping to find something or someone to help me, but I come up empty. I am completely surrounded, yet totally alone.
A feeling of panic sinks in as the men start swarming me. “Ryanne, run!” someone yells from my right. I turn to see who is talking to me, but I can’t see anything but the mysterious man’s profile. His body is outlined by the shadows. He runs past me with his sword out, and into the group, hitting many men in the process. I can’t move or take my eyes away from him.
Caught up in the moment, I don’t see the man that got past my hero. Grabbing me around the waist, he starts dragging me into the forest, covering my mouth to keep me silent. I try screaming, but no sound comes out. My struggling is futile as the man is much larger and stronger than me. He carries me farther into the forest, surrounding me with darkness.