Si'Wren's heart began pounding fearfully as
she stared, eyes widening in fear.
Abruptly she turned, and began to walk quickly, looking for some place
to turn off the road and hide. When she glanced back again, the figure
was gone. Slowing, she stopped and stared behind her again, to see if
it had been her imagination. Then her ears pricked, as she thought she
heard the distant scrape of a sandal on the path.
She turned and began walking swiftly away from the House of Rababull,
deeper and deeper into the night. Whenever she looked back, she saw and
heard nothing. Was someone there?
"Hello?" she called out, looking back again.
But there was no answer.
Still staring behind her as she began to walk away, Si'Wren suddenly
blundered straight into a tree, and screamed as two of the tree's
branches seized hold of her.
She struggled helplessly as she was held in a vise-like grip by a
laughing young man, whose alcohol-laden breath caused her to choke and
gag.
Another man, as brawny as the first, towered above her.
"I've caught me a night spirit!" laughed the man, holding onto her
tenaciously.
"Make her give you a wish before you let her go," jested the second.
"She'll give us more than that, and no one the wiser," said the first
in an evil, crafty tone of voice.
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