Prolouge
I ran.
I was running, ducking between shadows. My bare feet slapped against the cold stone in the alley way. All I had on was a blanket. I was trying to hide, but I couldn't find a place to hide. My light green hair was getting blanketed with snow. I was freezing, but I couldn't stop running. I looked back, the shouting was getting louder. They were coming.
I ran faster, my legs burned. I stumbled into a dead end, and then turned to the shouting. It was coming closer. I had to get out. They came closer, and blocked my exit. I was terrified. One of them threw a sword at left my arm, and it was chopped off. I screamed, and fell to the ground in pain, holding my bleeding shoulder. Blood dripped from my arm into the snow, and it turned red. My vision got blurry, and just when I was about to give up on living: I heard a voice. Then a bunch of the men chasing me yelled, and I heard "Are you alright?" I opened my eyes and a suit of armor was carrying me. I clenched onto the armor tightly, with my one arm.
"Thank you. I thought I was going to die. Thank you." I said. A couple tears froze on my face and I passed out.