This is a revised edition of the original Taryn. After some flames, I realized what a horrible writer I was, and decided to rework it. It isn't tons better, but a little better. I've only got three chapters now, but reread it. I did switch it around a little bit. Oh, and the people who gave me reviews... I'll thank you later. But, I am thankful for the reviews albeit the amount. Alright, this was originally my first fanfic so review again please. I mean because it isn't that difficult to do. THANKS!
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She could hear the shrieking now. They were getting closer. She could smell the burning skin and sense the fear that filled the air. Taryn grabbed her bow and leapt out of her tent. If she ran now, she could make it out of the forest and reach safety. That was not an option though, seeing as there was Ella and John and Mona to think about. She would never make it. Nonetheless, Taryn sprinted to the village community center hut and dashed in the doorway. She found John huddled in the corner of a smoldering, scattered room. With a sinking feeling in her heart, she recognized Ella and Mona's figures face down on the ground. The shock snapped her into action.
"Get up!" she yelled to John through the din. "Get up now and start moving!" They lit out of there and ran like banshees towards the river while arrows soared through the air barely missing the pair. "Come on, we've got to make it to Corus," she urged, "we'll be safe there."
After running on for what seemed like hours, Taryn and John realized that the enemy was not chasing them anymore. After catching their breath, they continued blindly not knowing exactly how to reach Corus. Finally the two reached an inn and decided to get directions in the morning. They stumbled in and plunked down some coins and asked for a room. Sleep came and went, and when the two weary escapees awoke at noon, the kind innkeeper had set up a lunch for them. They ate ravenously.
"Where ya headed miss?" came from a chipper voice. They turned their heads and were greeted by a shock of wild red hair. "I said, where ya headed miss?" he said impatiently.
Amazed by the boy's brazenness, they gaped with slacken jaws. Then Taryn regained her wits and responded,
"Corus, could ya point us in the right direction?"
"Well most idiots would've figured out by now that uh…. YOU'RE IN BLOODY CORUS FOR MITHROS'S SAKE!" said the boy obviously exasperated now.