Finally Shanna put the letter back into her pack
"I don't think it would be a good thing if they saw this" she explained.
She walked back over to here she had been sitting and opened the sketchbook
she had and started to slip through the pages again. Suddenly she stopped
and stared at a picture. It looked much like herself but older. She had
longer hair and a dark cloak over her back. On the next page there was a
picture of her close up. There you could easily see that a strip of hair
had been shaded darker than everything else. As she flipped to the next
page it showed the same figure but with the cloak hood up, casting a shadow
over her face, like she was hiding.
Scott stared at the pictures. "You drew these?" he asked still staring
She nodded "right after I had that dream." she stared. These were the best she had so far "I drew them when I went to the forest after the dream."
He looked from the book to her "why were you in the forest?"
She sat for a moment staring at the book trying to think of an answer. But she honestly didn't know "I.." She though about an answer "I really don't know. I guess. it's just easier for me to think there. most people think I'm crazy to even think about going there at all. Even crazier to go at night. They think it's haunted for some reason, but I've never figured out why."
They sat there for hours flipping through the pages as Shanna told him stories about them. Each one had a story behind it. After that she started to draw. She just drew things that came into her head. They did this for the next 2 days and only saw people when the men came to give them food. They never got much. Then, on the third day, the men came back in.
"You" the first man called pointing to Shanna "you come with me"
Shanna sat, staring at the man. "Why? Go where"
"I said come with me!" he boomed and grabbed her wrist. Shanna stood up and tried to keep up with the man. She knew better than to try and pull her wrist out, if she did he's tighten his hold on her so she'd never get away.
He dragged her all the way down the hall to a darkened room with a fire in the center. He threw her into a chair and went to sit by the fire. She sat for a second but the next thing she knew she was tied down o the chair and something else had happened. She couldn't figure out why, but for some reason she felt like she was getting weaker every second. Then the second of the 2 men she saw walked over, towering over her.
"Well at least he could get you here.." He grumbled as the man stood by the fire watching. The second man stood watching her and then turned his view to her neck. "Well, well.. This must be the thing that keeps your power." he reached over and took hold of a blue stoned cross. But the next second he pulled his hand away and was clenching his fist "it burns all but you, hmm?" Shanna couldn't figure out what he was talking about. This cross had never been taken off of her. Her parents said that she never let them no matter what the situation was. She though that she probably would have known when she was younger, but now she didn't know why she'd never taken it off.
The man kept staring at her with an evil sneer "well at least my spell's working. You're getting weaker aren't you?"
She stared. A spell? He put a spell on her? Shanna had always believed in magic, but not the kind that people do on stage, the kind that just happened for a reason. But now she didn't even have the strength to yell at him. Her eyes were sliding in and out of focus as she fought to stay awake. But now she couldn't, everything went black and she passed out.
Scott stared at the pictures. "You drew these?" he asked still staring
She nodded "right after I had that dream." she stared. These were the best she had so far "I drew them when I went to the forest after the dream."
He looked from the book to her "why were you in the forest?"
She sat for a moment staring at the book trying to think of an answer. But she honestly didn't know "I.." She though about an answer "I really don't know. I guess. it's just easier for me to think there. most people think I'm crazy to even think about going there at all. Even crazier to go at night. They think it's haunted for some reason, but I've never figured out why."
They sat there for hours flipping through the pages as Shanna told him stories about them. Each one had a story behind it. After that she started to draw. She just drew things that came into her head. They did this for the next 2 days and only saw people when the men came to give them food. They never got much. Then, on the third day, the men came back in.
"You" the first man called pointing to Shanna "you come with me"
Shanna sat, staring at the man. "Why? Go where"
"I said come with me!" he boomed and grabbed her wrist. Shanna stood up and tried to keep up with the man. She knew better than to try and pull her wrist out, if she did he's tighten his hold on her so she'd never get away.
He dragged her all the way down the hall to a darkened room with a fire in the center. He threw her into a chair and went to sit by the fire. She sat for a second but the next thing she knew she was tied down o the chair and something else had happened. She couldn't figure out why, but for some reason she felt like she was getting weaker every second. Then the second of the 2 men she saw walked over, towering over her.
"Well at least he could get you here.." He grumbled as the man stood by the fire watching. The second man stood watching her and then turned his view to her neck. "Well, well.. This must be the thing that keeps your power." he reached over and took hold of a blue stoned cross. But the next second he pulled his hand away and was clenching his fist "it burns all but you, hmm?" Shanna couldn't figure out what he was talking about. This cross had never been taken off of her. Her parents said that she never let them no matter what the situation was. She though that she probably would have known when she was younger, but now she didn't know why she'd never taken it off.
The man kept staring at her with an evil sneer "well at least my spell's working. You're getting weaker aren't you?"
She stared. A spell? He put a spell on her? Shanna had always believed in magic, but not the kind that people do on stage, the kind that just happened for a reason. But now she didn't even have the strength to yell at him. Her eyes were sliding in and out of focus as she fought to stay awake. But now she couldn't, everything went black and she passed out.