Unnamed Random Prolouge

by Erica in Saskatchewan

Prologue

A/N: just a random idea and i'm just trying to fly with it. Title Suggestions needed!!!

I was running as fast as I could, knowing that my fastest wasn’t fast enough. They had horses, horses bred to be fast to be unconquerable. Even if I could outrun them, they still had bows, accurate shots.

“Stop,” yelled one, “We don’t want to hurt you,” he cried. I wanted to yell to tell him that getting caught would hurt me, his boss would hurt me like he seduced my brother and killed my parents. I kept running, ghosts of my parents yelling at me telling me that if I stopped I would die. I didn’t even know if they really were ghosts or my own exhaustion getting to me but I had to stop anyway. There was a wall, too high to jump over, too long to run. So I turned around and let the horsemen to catch up.

“Alys,” sneered one of the men as he made a fake bow, the other two coping his movement, “of the long legs,” and the three men threw back their heads and laughed. One of the men grabbed my hands and bound them tightly; as soon as he was done he hoisted me up onto his horse and got up himself. Soon the four of us were riding back the way we came to the castle that looked so innocent in the sunset but as I knew, completely sinister in more ways than one. I let my long brown hair swing forwards to hide my face; they would not have the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I didn’t cry long because as soon as we neared the castle I saw someone that I never wanted to see again.

“Alys,” smiled the man lighting up his pale face that his red clothing did not flatter, “So kind of you to join us,” said the king, the evil King Adrian.