Aspen groggily opened her eyes as she was blinded by the bright light that shone in her eyes. It took a moment for her vision to adjust, but she realized she was tied up on the back of a horse, traveling though the forest. The sun shone brightly though the tree leaves, which swayed in the slight breeze of the mid-summer breeze. The forest was lush and green this time of year, and the birds chirped in the treetops.

As Aspen woke up further, she began to remember what had happened. She had been sitting on a garden wall at the palace, reading when she heard swift air and felt a sharp pain in her neck. She had blacked out after that. She vaguely remembered the sound of a few voices and the feeling of rope being tied around her wrists and ankles as she was hoisted up and she drifted off.

Aspen’s eyes shot open as she remembered and looked around. There was a group of four people. Two girls and two boys. The two boys rode next to each other, talking and laughing with each other. The one on the cream colored horse was tall and broad. He had fluffy brown hair and tan skin. The other boy was skinner and had dirty blonde hair with olive skin. The other girl had dark skin and a messy afro with a sword on her hip.

Aspen: “Unhand me at once!! What is going on? Where am I? Who are you people?”

She yelled, and everyone looked at her. And that’s when she looked up and saw you.