Amira, exhausted from a hard day's walk and hunt, slung her bow over her shoulder and prepared to head back to her scarcely-made camp near the banks of a small creek a few miles from the border of Camelot. Out of thin air came the sound of horses and the gruff laugh of men. Their talk sounded like that of the borderlands. She darted behind a tree and slipped her knife from its sheath cursing silently for not noticing them before. With a swoosh an arrow embedded itself into a tree inches away from her head. She jumped at the nearest bandit, nearly slicing him in two. The hoard was soon overpowering. With weary arms she took down at least 4 men before a blow to her head with the butt of a battle-axe rendered her unconscious. The men slung her unconscious body onto a horse and departed.
Freya POV –
"Lyfte ic þe in balwen ac forhienan se wideor" I shouted, thrusting my open hand forward... nothing seemed to happen. I growled in frustration as I'd been trying that spell for hours. My father let out a laugh,
"Don't worry you'll get it eventually". He rested his hand on my shoulder.
Amira POV –
I awoke with a thud as my body hit the ground and a rough hand grabbed my ankle.
"No! Leave her!" a rough voice called out,
"She's probably going to die anyway. Someone with a face a messed up as hers won't fetch a price worth a rat's tail".
"Yeah, I guess you're right," came the gruff reply.
The man let go and my leg came painfully crashing down. I just wanted to sleep. I felt so drowsy and my head was pounding. A peaceful blackness soon passed over me as I fell into oblivion.
Freya POV –
I was about to attempt the spell again when Merlin pulled me down into the tall grass
"What wa-" He cut me off with a harsh "Shhhh".
We peeked over the grasses to see a couple men riding past on horseback.
"Who are they?" I whispered.
"I have no idea" My father replied, "but they can't be up to any good".