Chapter 4
Sorry this chapter was short but i promise the next one will be better
Agony wracked my body and my eyes shot open to a blurred figure carrying me somewhere, I saw him shout to someone but I couldn't hear it. It sounded as if we were underwater. I was incredibly tired and willing to let the darkness of sleep embrace me.
Pain shot through me as I woke up on a table covered in blood. Am I dying? I could scarcely hear the blurred figures speaking, now shouting orders to other people to get water and rags before everything collapsed back into darkness.
I dreamt about Andrew, about our wedding day, but as we kissed he erupted into flames, "Andrew!" I shot up from the bed and a huge pain erupted from my stomach. I looked around the room, where was I? A blonde woman entered the room carrying a number of clean bandages. She looked over at me "Ahh you're awake, you gave us quite the scare, we were sure you were going to die" She sat down on the bed next to me. "Where am I" I managed to cough out as I felt a slight metallic taste in the back of my throat. "You're on a farm far west of the village, Morwall"
Thank god I'm far away from them now. What's my next move? I can't stay here, the guards may come looking. A small girl came running in "Is the princess awake mommy?" I started to panic, they knew who I was, I had to get out of here. I sprang up from my bed and ran for the door but I slammed into someone, I looked up and it was the guy from earlier. The blonde woman came running over, "Don't worry princess, we won't turn you in." I didn't trust them at all. For all I knew they had already called the guard and were just trying to buy some time till they got here. The father of the family came towards me and hoisted me up into his arms, dropping me on the bed. "We didn't go through all that work saving your life for you to just go and throw it away. Now you lay there and get your rest, you need at least two days of rest before you can safely move about without reopening your wound." Damn it, they had me and I was almost positive that they were going to keep me hostage here for another two days, and sure enough they did.
Worst two days of my life went by as I laid there in the bed, thinking about Andrew almost 24/7.
Finally, it was the third day. My wound still stung, but not as much as before and I felt confident about moving around, just nothing fancy. I slid out of bed and headed to the closet where they stored my weapons and armor, donned them, then slipped out the window and headed for Twilight who was tied up at the end of the porch. We rode towards the harbor, we needed to get to Skyrim, and I needed to get there because I was sure Skyrim was the place where my destiny would unfold.