A/-None of the characters who were on the show belong to me, you know the drill. Here's part four of my story, enjoy, and please R/R!
"Stranger In The Woods"
by Joan
Freedom!
Only a person who has been in a cell for a month, as I have, can truly realize the joy of walking and not having to stop because there's a wall in your way. Of breathing cool, clean air. Having fresh water to drink.
Freedom.
Yes, it is a gift that few truly know.
I traveled through the day, wanting to put as much distance as I could between myself and the prison. I didn't go home. I was going to kill the person who had put me in the cell. After that, I didn't know. I didn't know if I would ever go home. The cell had changed me. Maybe it was best if I never returned. In time, my parents would think I had died. Maybe it was best that they remembered me the way I had been. But then, I might still change my mind. I had learned that you can change in ways you had never dreamed.
I pondered that as I moved on, stopping only once, to rest at midday. Then I was off again, traveling through the night. I used the stars as a guide and headed north.
It was the next day that would find me pausing again. As much as I wanted to press on, I had to admit I was tired.
Snap!
A noise behind me! Someone had snapped a twig. Instinctively, I dropped to the ground and peeked up from behind a log.
My heart nearly stopped.
In a clearing not a hundred yards away, a circle of people were kneeling. How I missed them before, I didn't know. Then I saw that their clothing was in various shades of brown and green, camoflaging them in the woods. There were women, men, and children of all ages.
But they weren't what interested me.
In the center of the circle, a young woman was kneeling. Her long brown hair fell down her back. Her eyes were closed, but I knew that when she opened them, they would be brown. Instead of her armor, she was wearing clothing similar to the other people, almost rags, but that didn't change who she was.
Livia.
She was the one who had been my idol. Who had betrayed me by throwing me in the prison. Who would plauge my life until I ended hers.
I straightened up, standing behind a tree so I wouldn't be seen.
And I drew my sword.
To Be Continued.........