I woke up with a pounding head. I tried to move my hands, to find out that they were tied behind my back. The same with my legs. My wrists were rubbed raw by the ropes that bound them, and I felt weak due to lack of sunlight. I checked my surroundings. I was tied to a wooden pole in the center of a dark tent, the only light was from a lantern, and based on how I was feeling, only sunlight helped me.
As if on cue, a big burly man opened up the tent flap and walked in. The light that shined through was blissful. He took one look at my expression and closed the tent again. All the relief I felt went rushing out with the sunlight.
I started to shiver uncontrollably, and I was getting weaker by the second. I started to whimper. He seemed not to …show more content…
"Shut up!" he yelled, "Filthy creature."
My face stung where he had struck me and a single tear slid down my face. "I-I n-n-need...l-l-l-light..."
I was a stuttering mess. There was no way I could escape from my captors in this condition.
"Ha, their starving you," he exclaimed, "and a good thing too!"
This man was a monster! I had no strength left, and my eyes fell to the floor. I couldn't stay awake any longer. I fell into a deep sleep.
The next time I woke up, I was visibly shaking, and I hurt more than ever. Someone had stepped into my tent and was untying me. He stood me up, and I collapsed to the floor in one big heap. He scooped me up into his arms and carried me outside. He set me on the ground, against a tree, and tied me up once again. The sunlight felt refreshing, and I shot a thankful look up at him. He saw and said,
"You'll do us no good if you die before you're sold."
I had pretty much already guessed that, but I was thankful nonetheless. I tried to tell him this but found out that instead, my throat was too dry to even croak. I smiled, and my lips cracked. I bit back my pain.
He noticed that I was dehydrated, and pulled out a water skin. He slowly let me sip out of it. When he finished, I was still thirsty, but my throat was no longer …show more content…
He had been a better friend than anyone else could have been. Helping me when my parents died of the plague. When his parents died too, we had banded together and ran as far away as we could, desperately wanting to forget.
I forced myself to stop thinking about him. I hadn't realized I was crying until I saw sap falling down my face. I tried to stop the flow, but I only made it worse. I struggled for a minute before bringing my knees up to my face. I buried my face. I had always thought that being an Ent would be glamorous, but it was just torture.
I heard Farren turn around, about to say something, but then see the state I was in. No...he had the worst timing, I couldn't let my captors see me broken like this. I desperately tried to stop crying, to look brave, but instead, I started shaking, great sobs raking my body, thinking of Ry was just too much. I could tell Farren wanted to do something to help me, but just then the man who had been holding the torch walked over to us.
"Saddle up, it's almost time for the slave sale," he called out, "Argh, make that pathetic creature stop crying, we'll never sell her if she looks that bad, Ent or
As if on cue, a big burly man opened up the tent flap and walked in. The light that shined through was blissful. He took one look at my expression and closed the tent again. All the relief I felt went rushing out with the sunlight.
I started to shiver uncontrollably, and I was getting weaker by the second. I started to whimper. He seemed not to …show more content…
"Shut up!" he yelled, "Filthy creature."
My face stung where he had struck me and a single tear slid down my face. "I-I n-n-need...l-l-l-light..."
I was a stuttering mess. There was no way I could escape from my captors in this condition.
"Ha, their starving you," he exclaimed, "and a good thing too!"
This man was a monster! I had no strength left, and my eyes fell to the floor. I couldn't stay awake any longer. I fell into a deep sleep.
The next time I woke up, I was visibly shaking, and I hurt more than ever. Someone had stepped into my tent and was untying me. He stood me up, and I collapsed to the floor in one big heap. He scooped me up into his arms and carried me outside. He set me on the ground, against a tree, and tied me up once again. The sunlight felt refreshing, and I shot a thankful look up at him. He saw and said,
"You'll do us no good if you die before you're sold."
I had pretty much already guessed that, but I was thankful nonetheless. I tried to tell him this but found out that instead, my throat was too dry to even croak. I smiled, and my lips cracked. I bit back my pain.
He noticed that I was dehydrated, and pulled out a water skin. He slowly let me sip out of it. When he finished, I was still thirsty, but my throat was no longer …show more content…
He had been a better friend than anyone else could have been. Helping me when my parents died of the plague. When his parents died too, we had banded together and ran as far away as we could, desperately wanting to forget.
I forced myself to stop thinking about him. I hadn't realized I was crying until I saw sap falling down my face. I tried to stop the flow, but I only made it worse. I struggled for a minute before bringing my knees up to my face. I buried my face. I had always thought that being an Ent would be glamorous, but it was just torture.
I heard Farren turn around, about to say something, but then see the state I was in. No...he had the worst timing, I couldn't let my captors see me broken like this. I desperately tried to stop crying, to look brave, but instead, I started shaking, great sobs raking my body, thinking of Ry was just too much. I could tell Farren wanted to do something to help me, but just then the man who had been holding the torch walked over to us.
"Saddle up, it's almost time for the slave sale," he called out, "Argh, make that pathetic creature stop crying, we'll never sell her if she looks that bad, Ent or