in Missouri
Walking down the street was a figure, dressed in a dark looking cloak ( If you have seen Star Wars the first movie, the jedis were wearing the cloaks im thinking of, with the hood ). The street was empty, of course it was empty, it was the dead of night and it was in the middle of the forest. The only thing that could be heard was the animals of the night. The ground was wet with rain from a couple of hours ago so the street was muddy.
He was on the road that headed toward the town called Creekbed. He had heard rumers about a women there that had blue eyes and also the king was after her, just as he was. The king had attacked the town and had asked for her. The village kept the claim for her secret. The king stopped the attack soon because of the brave resistance.
Creekbed was only two days away, he would soon be there.
-The little girl was being carried by the figure who had rescued her from the other one. When they reached light, it was only for an instant, she could tell the figure was a boy, about the same age of the girl he was carying. The boy stopped at a corner and waited for about an hour or two and then a women appered. The two whispered to each other, she could not make out what they were saying. They must of had come to an agreement of some kind because then the women took the young girl from the boy and walked off.-
Opening her eyes, Mary tried to ajust to the morning light. -Another one of those weired dreams again.- she thought. They had been on the road for two days and this was the third. Mary stilled didn't know what she did to the king, she had lived in Creekbed all of her life. Traylem, the capital, is where the king's throne was and where they were headed. It was a weeks walk from Creekbed to Traylem. Mary was laying down on her left side in the horse drawn wagon. her hands and feet had been bounded together. The troopers was in a formation around the wagon, half of them in front, the other half in back.
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