ok, here's chapter 3. This is where things get less nice and (hopefully!) more interesting, as in it might have the inkling of a story line. So read on!
When Marnie woke the next morning, Raven had already left. This did not worry her-he still loved the wild, especially in winter when everything was hidden under a thick layer of snow. At Marnie's request, he rarely went out of sight of their wagon.
Marnie dressed warmly-today was especially cold-and began to tidy the wagon. A knock at the door made her pause. Thinking it could be Raven, she crossed the small room and flung the door open. As soon as there was enough room in the doorway a coarse sack was thrown over her head and her hands were thrust harshly behind her back and tied tightly together at the wrists. Marnie yelped, then screamed. A hand was clapped over her mouth, and when she stopped yelling to breathe a stinging slap came across her face, bringing tears to her eyes.
Confused and blind, Marnie struggled helplessly against her captor to no avail. As she writhed and kicked, she heard a yell come from across the clearing. "Raven!!" she screamed, forgetting his deafness in her confusion.
Her captor swung her over his shoulder, then sped up, moving rapidly. Soon she was thrown unceremoniously onto a hard, wooden surface. As Marnie struggled to breathe, she began to move again. The movement was that of a horse-drawn cart, and Marnie fought hard against the waves of nausea that swept over her. Breathing deeply, she tried again to cry out, but her voice would not obey her mind and she knew in her heart that it was no good anyway. She lay on her side, curled up against the pain in her ribs from being thrown onto the cart, her right cheek still smarting from the slap, and prayed silently.
All her fragile hope lay with Raven.