”After her!”

You were on the run. You were framed for murder of the Queen, and framed for attempted murder of the King. When in reality, it was the King that had killed his wife and he had framed you for it. The guards were chasing you throughout the forest of Old, which is a dangerous place to be in. Especially at night… which, it is. It is night. Just great.

You ran and ran until you slipped and fell down a steep slope. You were now on the ground, face down. It hurt. That stumble was a massive pain to you. It wasn't long until you felt a pair of hands grab you and pull you up. This person dragged you to a hole in the ground, going there with you. You saw that this person was a man. But you didn't know who it was, so you attempted to leave, but he grabbed you again and pinned you against his body. Your back against his chest. He put a hand over your mouth, keeping you quiet. His arm was around you to keep you still.

“If you want to live, you better stay quiet..” The man hissed in your ear. “And stop struggling.”