Chapter 2 AMBUSHED

I walked down that paved rock roads back to home. But I had so many questions. No little answer. I rub my hands creating heat as I blew my warm breath as my fingers slowly turn in to ice. I had all my To Do list planned out when I get home. I need to get everything done before night falls again. And to gain fathers respect again. I worry, what should I expect when I get back home? I have never been in a situation like this. Passing tree by tree, I still think about him. Oranian. I reached home, breathing in, hoping for forgiveness. I opened the door and crept in inside. I look over my shoulder and there was my father with his hands on his face, hat on the table. "Do you know how scared I was?" He murmured. I pursed my lips. When he gets angry, it becomes overwhelming. "I was worried my milk wouldn't be there on time!" He sounded ridiculous. This kind of disciplining, im used too. It was silent but began with assurment, "The milk was delivered." I realized that he never really cared about me, just the stupid milk. I did not feel guilty. I did the job well and it is finished. I did not bother to tell him about Oranian. The sad part was, my father has a hard time trusting me. Yet he gives me responsibilities and I finish them by his order. I keep quiet as I walk into the room I share with Eliza. She I guess is running around and climbing trees. The afternoon sun slowly seeped away from the sky, faster than I hoped. After milking the cow, feeding the pigs, with doing what I was needed to do, night followed. I crept on my bed not bothering to change in to my robe. Or dinner. I was exhausted and cold. I sat up and looked at the wooden ceiling. Following the lines and abrasions carved naturally by nature, waiting for Eliza to come in and get in to bed for me to know if she was okay. I was also scared the same dream would come back. I tried to keep my eyes open but haziness overwhelmed me.

Gunshots. Screaming. And order in an unfamiliar tongue casted from outside my window. I looked around, my candle has burnt out. I seek from a form of a body in Eliza's bed, but nothing. I became worried as I sat up. I whipped my head around the room. I was tempted to look out the window but afraid what I would see. This has to be a dream. Suddenly my window breaks and shatters across the room. One piece scratches my face barely. My heart beats a thousand time faster. Hungry scourge crawled in from my window. I open the door quickly. Run. Wheres Eliza? Father? I breathed as I search the house. I opened a door as I hear more hoarse screeching. I almost died. My heart stopped. A tear filled my eye. I watch as my sister and father being eaten by cannibal scourge I wanted to scream, yell and fight but I was defenseless. Scourge already spotted me. And they were already dead. But if my father were here he would want me to run for my life. Run. I raced the scourge for shelter. A whole stampede of the came crawling down Elwyn. The dead scar has gotten out of control. But I didn't think I just ran. My tears swept away by air as adrenaline powered my legs. Don't trip. Don't fall. It feels like my dream has became real. I could see though. I watch the ground and I step one foot after the other rapidly. To my small relief, I see the gates to Silvermoon. I run a little faster as I felt scourge approaching behind me, chasing another meal. My face fell flat on the ground. The gates right there you idiot,move! A hungry growl came over me. As I see hunches of scourge pass me and others watch me in hunger. I scoot back but they circled me. I felt as if in seconds, my body will be eaten. I close my eyes, I did not want to see my own death. But it wasn't me to decide, I passed out anyway.