The first blow is half the battle. If this is true, then the first hit needed to be by Amy if she hoped to win. Amy held her hammer high and prepared herself for the fight of her life. Amy ran towards the figure, teeth clenched, ready for impingement. She swung her hammer with everything she had left in her from that day, but to no avail. Her hammer never made impact with anything. Amy looked up to see that the figure was no longer there. Where had it gone? Amy wheedled around to search for her attacker. Where was it?
The wind slowly began to blow. It's soft and gentle touch was actually a great comfort to Amy at the moment. She looked in the direction of the wind. She could see the figure walking away from her. Amy stared for a while longer until the wind picked up. It almost seemed to be nudging her to follow. All her fear of the night and her strange visitor all faded away as Amy took her first step.
"After everything else that's happened today," Amy reasoned, "Why not." Amy hurried along to follow the bizarre, darkened form. Her pursuit lasted for well over an hour. Whatever was leading her never spoke a word, or made notice of her presents. Amy found it odd that the person never confronted her about the attack she tried to place on him. She pondered what she could be getting herself into, but every time she tried to stop, the wind would prompt her on again. She just had to follow. Something inside made her feel this way. After walking endlessly, the figure disappeared from sight. Amy was stunned.
"Where'd it go? And how so fast?" Amy froze in place. Was it about to spring a surprise attack? Before Amy could meditate on any thought, the wind began to howl and blow harder than ever before. Its comforting softness was now a harsh, bitter chill that pushed instead of consoling her to go. Amy looked at the way before her, there were open fields just past some bushes. The figure had lead her back to the pastures. Amy was over joyed by the sight and quickly ran for the open area.
Being out of the woods made a world of difference for Amy. She let a smile form on her face as she made a dash for the familiar sights of the barn and fallen farm house. Soon she would be on the road that would lead her home. She would be safe and warm again. The thought made her eyes mist. Home.
As Amy neared the barn, something came over her. An awkward feeling that caused her to stop. Hesitant, Amy turned to face the barn. Both doors had been opened. Amy stood before the large entrance. The night had become deafly silent. Had the person she followed here opened the door? Amy breathed heavily as the wind lightly blew against her. Amy took a step forward, then thought better of it. Was she really going to go in there? And without a light? The killer could be in there, or the darkened form could be setting a trap. Was she going to take this big a risk? Heck no! Amy made her way to leave. Her feet picked up speed as she ran from the barn. Once she was a good distance away, past the farm house as well, Amy looked back. The wind seemed to be calling her to go back. It pushed and prompted to move her.
"This is just too much for me."
Amy began for the road when someone grabbed her arm. Amy let out a short scream as she tried to yank her arm back from the individual. But when she reached back to strike them, nobody was there.
"Where are you?" Amy tried desperately to locate who had touched her. Panic began to rise in her. Someone was attacking her, and she could not see them. "Please, just leave me alone!" A few tears ran down Amy's face as she tried once more for the road. This time she felt two hands grip her upper arms from behind. Too afraid to even try and catch a glimpse of the person, Amy had a sickening dread cling to her. What could she do?
Amy felt the hands begin to push her back toward the barn. The figure seemed to be looming over her, sensing her every fear. Amy allowed herself to be walked back in-front of the large open barn door. No matter where she tried to go, she knew she would be placed back here. The wind picked up again as the hands slowly released their hold on her. Amy stared into the darkness. It was completely black and void of light except for a small opening. Through the opening she could see the mid-night sky, then it dawned on her.
The window in the back of the barn! Perhaps she could slip out while whatever was pushing her was distracted. This could only work if whatever it was could be distracted, and most importantly, if there were no traps set up inside the barn. The wind brought Amy out of her thoughts. Amy took one step forward as the wind died down. Taking in a deep breath, Amy walked into the ever darkening building. She immediately made her way to the opening. Unable to see, this process seemed long and strenuous. Bumping into unknown objects and tripping over lose cloths, Amy found her way under the last hope she had. Again, the problem of not being able to reach the window presented itself. Incapable of searching in the dark, Amy gave up this idea. There was no way she would be able to reach up that far. Amy tried to adjust her eyes to the limited lighting, but could hardily see anything. Suddenly, the room became filled with light. Amy quickly shut her eyes and turned away. The flash of light promptly dimmed, leaving the room in a cast of shadows. Amy looked up for the source of the light. Her eyes skimmed the room. Old, abandoned farming equipment was placed against walls while sheets and bags littered the floor. In the mist of the floor clutter was a yellow gem that resembled a chaos emerald. Unable to tell from her distance from it, Amy moved in for a closer look.
Kneeling down, Amy scooped the emerald into her hands. She examined it precisely. How did it get here? And why under such strange conditions? Amy looked over to the barn door to see if the mysterious person had come into view. He hadn't. Amy slowly rose to her feet, emerald in hand. With the light it provided, Amy spotted a staircase against the far wall. It led to a platform that ran alongside the window, her ticket out! Amy hurried to make her exit. As she reached the window. Amy gave one last look into the barn, then at the emerald. Finding this gem only made Amy wonder. So much could be involved here, right in the palm of her hand. Amy looked out of the window to the ground below. She hoped she was about to make the best decision for getting out of here. Holding her breath, Amy made her jump for the ground below. Bracing herself for impact, and possible injury, Amy was surprised to find herself being caught in the air. The two hands returned to grab her waist and safely lower her to the ground. Amy clenched the emerald tightly and ran for the road with all the speed she could muster. She didn't care to figure out the mystery to this, the most important thing at this moment was to get home.