A/N: So I got this idea from a story my brother wrote when he was in fifth grade but never finished. He's 25 now, so I doubt he'll ever finish it. Please read and review if you have the time!
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Erland Oxenstierna quickly ducked under a tree branch and jumped over a fallen tree limb as he ran through the dark forest. He had to get away, and fast. If only he could stop crying, but his electric green eyes kept filling with tears, blinding him.
"I've got my sights on him!" Erland heard one of the soldiers call to the others that were chasing him. His heart skipped a beat.
"Just go away!" he shouted back at them. As he began to pick up speed, he tripped over a tree root, falling to the ground. "Leave me alone!" He scrambled to his feet and kept running, ignoring the bleeding cuts and scrapes all over his body. What did they want with him anyway?
A pair of strong arms came from behind a tree and grabbed Erland, pulling him over. The young boy attempted a scream, but a hand was clamped firmly over his mouth.
"Please don't do that," a voice pleaded. "We really don't need you to blow our cover, kid."
Erland looked around himself to see three men standing there. The one holding him looked a year or two younger than the other two. He had light hair and glasses, but it was hard to tell his hair and eye color in the dark. To Erland, he seemed a lot stronger than the one who had his hand over his mouth.
"Matt, they're coming," the one with his hand over Erland's mouth whispered. Though it was dark, Erland could see how green his eyes were. It was almost as if they were glowing in the moonlight. "What do we do?"
"Why would he know?" the third man whispered. He was the shortest of the three, but not by much. "We've got the kid, now all we have to do is get out of here."
"We're surrounded by enemy soldiers," the green-eyed one sighed. He turned to Erland. "Got any ideas, kid?"
Before Erland could respond, the shorter one let out a scoff. "He's been running from them all night, Antonio. If he had a plan, he would've executed it by now, don't you think?"
Erland struggled to free himself. "Let me go!" he whispered. The man holding him let go. "I don't know who you are or what you want with me, but I need to get out of here!"
"We're rescuing you," the green-eyed one stated, annoyed.
"I don't need to be rescued," Erland grumbled.
"We found him!" a soldier called. The four of them turned to see the soldier and his entire force coming toward them.
"Ah, would you look at that," the green-eyed man observed, "we're surrounded by Elizaveta's soldiers."
Erland was filled to the brim with anger. Who did the three men think they were, grabbing him like that? Now they were going to be captured. A wild storm of emotions rose within him. He was furious. He was scared. What was there to do? Looking down at his hands, he could see them lighting up with power. But which power was it?
"Leave me alone," Erland warned the nearby soldiers.
"Seize him!" a soldier shouted. Two soldiers, following command, grabbed each of Erland's arms.
"Hey, he's ours!" the green-eyed man argued, stepping toward him.
"Antonio, shut up!" the shorter one snapped as each other them were grabbed by soldiers as well.
Erland's inner being was on fire. All he wanted was to be left alone. Using all the strength within himself, he broke free from the soldiers' grasp. "I said, 'Leave me alone!'" he shouted, raising his hands up toward the sky. Lightning began shooting from them.
"Activate your barriers!" the strong man shouted.
Erland could no longer control what was happening as bright light flashed all around them. He could feel his energy being quickly sucked from him until he had no more and dropped to the ground, unconscious.