Jade lied there in her bed, fast asleep and lost in her dreams. She awoke to a horrid thud, and a piercing bark. Her eyes shot wide open. The thud grew violent, and the sound drowned out the barking. Jade cautiously stood up, and gathered everything into her arms that had fallen off the shelves.
Thud!
Jade glared at her front door. Who dare make such a ruckus? Who dare wake her from her precious slumber? She tusked as she made her way to the front door. Her dog, Becquerel (Bec for short) had found shelter underneath the dining table. Jade hadn't parted her window curtain more than just a slit. She noticed six red-suited soldiers ramming a tree log against her door. She gasped with realization, dropping all her vials and books onto the floor.
She scampered back into her room, sliding on her slippers and retrieving her black hood. She grabbed her bow and hung the cradle of arrows on her shoulder. She retrieved a satchel and stuffed it with belongings she held deer to her – mostly books. She hurried to the other room and clicked at her dog, inviting him out from underneath the table. Jade heard a loud split. Turning in horror, Jade found her door nearly busted in. She clutched Bec's neck and dragged him out from underneath the table. Jade searched furiously through her potions. Finally, she had found the one she was looking for. She chose a round vial full of sparkling, liquidly, green substance. Holding her dog close to her, Jade smashed the potion against the ground. Just as the grimy green smoke puffed and filled the room, the soldiers had broken her door down.
They all dropped the log, now equipping their weapons. They searched the house, but hadn't found a soul. "She's a runaway!" Exclaimed one of the soldiers as he examined the broken vile and the remains of the potion shimmering on the rug. "No point staying here then," started another soldier," best return to the queen and give her the bad news."