Aislinn was running, running through the forest. Weaving between the trees. The pine needles made her soundless to her own ears. But they could hear her, and they were coming for her. She slowed to a jog and listened. She heard the clanking of armour against armour behind her but she was too tired to run anymore. She put her hand over her mouth to muffle a whimper. Then she felt it, a pain that shot through her body, through every muscle. She couldn't scream, she couldn't move. She fell with a thud, unable to get up, unable to think. Keenan knelt over her, "Hello, my queen." He picked her up and carried her off. She couldn't scream. She couldn't scream. She couldn't...
" Aislinn, Aislinn!" she woke up sweating. Seth was standing over her looking concerned. " You were screaming." She sat up slowly.
"I had a bad dream."
"Some bad dream." He said. The look on his face made her smile. This boy cared about her. Cared about her so much he was willing to run halfway across the country with her, and he was hers, all hers.