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Leap of Faith

Bad Circumstances

'"Murder! Help! Guards, murder!" "I'm wounded! Help!" "Gods help us! MURDER! HELP, MURDER!"' The dieing screams of the guards who had attacked her still echoed in Evelyn's ears. The scene played over and over in her mind; her realization, her terror, their rough hands and then all of sudden a white figure; the sickening sound of metal meeting flesh and again blood splashed across her vision. Evelyn's stomach churned and rebelled. There was an insistent ringing in her ears, and dark tunnels started to form before her eyes.

The screams, it was the screams and the blood that was the worst. They were vile men, bad men, but they were killed so mercilessly. Did anyone deserve to die that way? And the blood, oh God the blood, it had made puddles in the sand.

"Stop!" Evelyn cried out suddenly, "STOP!" The horse jerked and slowed slightly, and Evelyn slithered to the ground. She started to run, stumbled, picked herself up and continued on. She made it to a cluster of large rocks and there threw up the stir-fry dinner she'd had at her home. Sweating and shaking, Evelyn put a hand on one of the rocks to steady herself and wiped the spittle from her mouth. She remained doubled over and put a trembling hand to cover her lips as she closed her eyes, willing clouds to form and stop the sun from beating down on her so hard.

'Breathe Evelyn, concentrate on breathing.' She thought to herself, forcing back the dizziness with every deep breath. 'Don't think, just keep breathing.'

Evelyn heard the man swing off his horse and she spun around, one hand flying to cover her heart in fright. He was bent over her book bag and examining one of the texts, turning the pages with intrigue. He put it down and picked up another, and Evelyn felt a surge of anger and protectiveness. Those where her books, her things! How dare he touch them! She had paid for them with her hard earned money; had bought them from her school back home where things were orderly and civil, and there he was placing his bloody hands all over them! The fact that Evelyn couldn't make heads or tails of her situation, and was very frightened, made her feel unreasonably protective of the things she did know and understand. Fear, however, made her say nothing.

The man stood slowly and turned to face her, an open book in his hands. "How came you by these books woman?" He asked harshly. Evelyn felt her throat constrict and all the explanatory words were stopped. "Did you steal them?" He demanded, and Evelyn shook her head.

"They're mine," She squeaked, finally finding her voice however small it may have sounded. "I bought them." The man was silent for a long while, starring down at the book and then back up at her.

"Where do you come from?" He asked finally.

"Hamilton, in Toronto," She replied and after getting no response added hesitantly, "It's… it's in Canada."

"What is Canada?" He asked, and Evelyn felt her heart drop.

"It's a country. It's uh..it's in North America, you know?"

"North..America? I have not heard of this place." Evelyn looked away, her throat burning. Part of her hadn't really expected him to know, but a large part of her had still hoped that there would be some way to get home.

"I will take you too Masyaf." He stated, stooping to pick up her book bag and put her books away. "My master will know what to do with you."

"I'm not going with you," It was out before Evelyn could stop it.

"Do you know the land?" He asked without looking up and she scowled.

"…No."

"If you do not know the land, and your home is not close to here, then it is best you come with me." He slung her book bag over his shoulders and looked up. Evelyn clenched her jaw and said nothing, tensing her shoulders. He sighed impatiently, "Woman there is not a lot of time. Why will you not come?"

"You killed those people back there!" She yelled and then slapped her hand over her mouth, astonished by her own shouting. That she had certainly not meant to say.

"I saved your life." Evelyn looked away and out of the corner of her eye she saw him roll his shoulders and turn towards the horse. "But it seems that you wish to die, so I will leave you." Evelyn chewed her tongue and clenched and unclenched her hands, listening to him leave. She faced the direction that the castle had been in and looked from left to right. Only sand and rocked could be seen. Going back to the castle certainly wasn't an option, and Evelyn knew that if she left the path she'd only get lost. She turned around to face the direction that the man had gone and groaned. He was the last person she wanted to be with, he was a killer. She groaned again when she realized that he still had her books. Evelyn covered her face with her hands and said a short prayer, before she started to chase after him.

"Wait! Wait! Stop!" Evelyn huffed and puffed as she caught up to the horses flank. "I'll go with you to whatever it's called. Masyaf. You said somebody there could help me?" The man continued to stare ahead and didn't stop the horse. "I did."

"Well…can I go with you then?"

No answer.

"Can I?" Still no answer, and Evelyn, who was normally a very patient person, felt her patience beginning to wear thin. "Listen, I'm sorry about back there, I'm really grateful for you helping me out with those guys and giving me a ride and all but…you gotta understand…it's just…I'm lost! I don't know how the hell I got here, or where the hell here even is! Where I come from there are no freaking deserts, yeah okay there's prairies but that's in freaking Alberta! Nobody carries swords, and their aren't any castles either, and I don't understand this place or it's customs, and I don't know who you are, or if this guy that you mentioned can even help me but if there's any chance then I'd really really appreciate you taking me to him because I really just want to go home. So…so if you could do this for me…that'd be great and-and I think I have some money with me so I could pay you back or something." He jerked the reins and the horse stopped walking.

"You are a very strange woman, not only in attire." Evelyn could have sworn she saw him smirk as he reached down and helped pull her up behind him. She uncomfortably wrapped her arms around his middle as he nudged the horse forward at a faster pace.

"Thank you," She said quietly.

"You're welcome." He replied.