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Chapter 5
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"Rannyn, I am frightened." Eleveth cried to him.
He ignored her, and concentrated on how we were going to escape the cramped wagon.
It was dark and we could barely see six inches in front of us. I felt carts of food and other supplies around the room. Well, at least we wouldn't starve.
The small area shook from the rough road and it was difficult to settle down on something without getting hit. I couldn't feel my friends but I heard them breathing quickly. We were all scared.
I closed my eyes and prayed for my life. What was going to happen to us? Will we escape? All I knew is that I was sorry for leaving home and I wanted to be in my mother's arms again, never to leave the garden.
We've been traveling that seems for hours on end. I didn't sleep but fatigue was taking toll. Eleveth stopped crying and was sniffling to go home.
Sitting, I tilted my head back to the wall and immediately felt something sharp hit me. I rubbed the back of my head and felt what caused the pain. My hand ran though something cold and felt like metal.
"Rannyn, Rannyn. Look, a crowbar!" I exclaimed of joy as I pulled it off the wall and guided to his hand.
I didn't see his reaction but I heard the sound of cracking wood near me. I heard him grunt, knowing he was giving an effort of prying the door open. I crossed my fingers in hopes the crazy men didn't hear us.
Eleveth reached for my hand and gently squeezed it. I smiled and started to see some speckles of light spear into the room. Rannyn stopped for a moment and then gave a good yank. The door burst opened, bits of wood flying on the ground. Then the wagon stopped, so did my heart.
"Quickly, hurry!" Rannyn yelled as he grabbed Eleveth and threw her outside. I scrambled myself up and jumped out the wagon with my friend, almost tripping over a crate.
We landed on our stomachs and I felt a shock in my lungs. I couldn't breathe but didn't have time to worry about it yet. Surprising, it was after daylight hours. The moon brightly shined down on us, giving a little light but just enough to flee from the wagon.
Rannyn pulled me up and saw the men running towards us in anger.
Trying to breathe, I grabbed my chest and Eleveth, following Rannyn. He ran from the wagon calling for us to hurry. I felt arrows wiz by my head, missing me by inches. Suddenly, a scream came from Rannyn. Oh Valar, was he shot? We sped faster than ever, outrunning the men by yards. Finally we lost them as we ran into a forest where the moon didn't gleam.
We heard them calling for us and thought they were still chasing for me. I tripped over roots of trees, getting scratched from all angles. I didn't how bad I was hurt and noticed neither were my bruised, struggling friends. It was dark as the enclosed wagon making it difficult to see in front of me. My hand was stretched out hoping to stop a blow of something ahead, and with the other, holding Eleveth's hand pulling her closer to me.
After an hour of struggling, we were deep in the forest. The tree's leaves gently swayed with the wind and star peaked through the canopy. Sweat drenched my clothes and finally my lungs filled of air. I saw Rannyn collapsed on the ground holding his right leg in pain.
He tried to hold back the tears but they came flowing down his cheeks. His pants were sticking to his bleeding leg. He has lost a lot of blood and his face was white and pale. I didn't know what to do so I stood there watching my dieing friend slip away from me.
Chapter 5
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"Rannyn, I am frightened." Eleveth cried to him.
He ignored her, and concentrated on how we were going to escape the cramped wagon.
It was dark and we could barely see six inches in front of us. I felt carts of food and other supplies around the room. Well, at least we wouldn't starve.
The small area shook from the rough road and it was difficult to settle down on something without getting hit. I couldn't feel my friends but I heard them breathing quickly. We were all scared.
I closed my eyes and prayed for my life. What was going to happen to us? Will we escape? All I knew is that I was sorry for leaving home and I wanted to be in my mother's arms again, never to leave the garden.
We've been traveling that seems for hours on end. I didn't sleep but fatigue was taking toll. Eleveth stopped crying and was sniffling to go home.
Sitting, I tilted my head back to the wall and immediately felt something sharp hit me. I rubbed the back of my head and felt what caused the pain. My hand ran though something cold and felt like metal.
"Rannyn, Rannyn. Look, a crowbar!" I exclaimed of joy as I pulled it off the wall and guided to his hand.
I didn't see his reaction but I heard the sound of cracking wood near me. I heard him grunt, knowing he was giving an effort of prying the door open. I crossed my fingers in hopes the crazy men didn't hear us.
Eleveth reached for my hand and gently squeezed it. I smiled and started to see some speckles of light spear into the room. Rannyn stopped for a moment and then gave a good yank. The door burst opened, bits of wood flying on the ground. Then the wagon stopped, so did my heart.
"Quickly, hurry!" Rannyn yelled as he grabbed Eleveth and threw her outside. I scrambled myself up and jumped out the wagon with my friend, almost tripping over a crate.
We landed on our stomachs and I felt a shock in my lungs. I couldn't breathe but didn't have time to worry about it yet. Surprising, it was after daylight hours. The moon brightly shined down on us, giving a little light but just enough to flee from the wagon.
Rannyn pulled me up and saw the men running towards us in anger.
Trying to breathe, I grabbed my chest and Eleveth, following Rannyn. He ran from the wagon calling for us to hurry. I felt arrows wiz by my head, missing me by inches. Suddenly, a scream came from Rannyn. Oh Valar, was he shot? We sped faster than ever, outrunning the men by yards. Finally we lost them as we ran into a forest where the moon didn't gleam.
We heard them calling for us and thought they were still chasing for me. I tripped over roots of trees, getting scratched from all angles. I didn't how bad I was hurt and noticed neither were my bruised, struggling friends. It was dark as the enclosed wagon making it difficult to see in front of me. My hand was stretched out hoping to stop a blow of something ahead, and with the other, holding Eleveth's hand pulling her closer to me.
After an hour of struggling, we were deep in the forest. The tree's leaves gently swayed with the wind and star peaked through the canopy. Sweat drenched my clothes and finally my lungs filled of air. I saw Rannyn collapsed on the ground holding his right leg in pain.
He tried to hold back the tears but they came flowing down his cheeks. His pants were sticking to his bleeding leg. He has lost a lot of blood and his face was white and pale. I didn't know what to do so I stood there watching my dieing friend slip away from me.