Jessica POV:
Terror seeps into my heart. My limbs feel as stiff as stone. There's a massive Goblin about 50 feet away from us stomping directly towards us. I quickly turn to Shigeru and yell, "We can't go back! We'd lead it home! Fighting is our only option now!"
I carefully put Futoi-Chan safely away in my backpack where he won't be hurt but the goblin knocks me down to my side. However, I'm saved by a Ybox that comes flying from the air, hitting the goblin. Wait, where did a Ybox come from??
Shigeru shouts, "No time to explain the Ybox! LET'S GO!" I leave behind our extra provisions and we sprint as fast as we can away from the goblin. But I don't think we're fast enough. I decide to take the risk to look behind me. The goblin has already risen from the ground and is escorted by his horrible green friends. I keep my eyes in front of me.
Shigeru begins to fall behind me. "Leave me!" I hear him scream from behind. I run slower so that I am beside him, "No!" I say, "I will not leave you!" Shigeru finally collapses as he can not run any faster. I take out my gardening hoe and position it for combat.
When the biggest goblin comes at me I try to slice his ankle. However, he jerks away from me before I can land a single scratch on him. He swings his mighty fist and knocks me off my feet. I let out a high pitched scream. They're already holding Shigeru limp in their slimy, green clutches.
Finally, my body gives out and the goblin lifts me with its arms. I try to kick free but I'm trapped. The goblin holds something that smells funny up to my nose. I try to hold my breath but my body begins to go numb...
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I wake up on a cold cement floor. I don't know where I am so I look around. I find that the floor is not made of cement, but rather ice. I'm in a cell, completely made out of sky, blue ice. Shigeru is on the floor next to me. I try furiously to shake him away but he's out cold.
A wave of fear goes through me. "FUTOI-CHAN!" I open my backpack to find the happy blue frog still safely inside. I sigh and put the frog softly back in the bag. I make sure to give him plenty of dead bugs I got earlier and give him some space inside the bag. He seems comfy in there. I survey my surroundings.
The cell is about the size of your average prison cell. All the walls are blank ice bricks besides the one wall, which is just a wall of ice bars and a door. Nothing helpful. I peek out the bars and see another cell across from ours.
When I stick my head out and look to the left I see a pair of eyes looking back at me. The woman says to me, "Hello! I thought I wouldn't interupt your, uh, fear talk?"
The woman has dirty blonde hair, a normal farmer's attire of jeans and flannel, and a kind look. I think I recognize her. I ask, "Wait, are you Farmer Bernadette? As in, Martin's mother?" The woman sadly smiles and corrects me, "Aunt, actually,"she says.
I nodd sadly beating around the bush. Farmer Bernadette's eyes light up, "Do you know him?! Do you know my boy?! Is he alright?" I hear her words and look down at my rainbow crocs. I say, "Ma'am, there's something I need to tell you about Martin..."
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Historical FictionA poor farmer boy, Martin, lives down the road from the prettiest girl in school, Jessica Holmes. Martin has finally gathered the courage to ask Jessica out, but his plans have been interrupted by a goblin army invading the town of Mc. Henry County...
