The journey home from The Kwatehele Forest-Part 2

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I look up and see two large men, with arrows in their hands coming straight at us. Before I even had time to realize what was happening, they were already there, holding us with their strong arms. They drag us back to their camp. I look desperately at Yzra and mime "what are we going to do?!" but he just shrugs his shoulders and whispers "I don't know". We arrive at the camp and meet Sila, Carlos, and Nirat. They look very relieved but they also look ashamed for leaving us. The men throw us to the ground and tie us next to Carlos and the others.

- How did you find us? Are you ok? How about your leg Callux? Is it ok? Carlos asks a lot of questions.

- We are fine, how about you? I answer in a whisper.

- We heard a lot of strange noises and followed them, Yzra filled in.

Now all the Indians are glaring at us so we decide to be quiet.

After a few hours of sleeping we wake up and there is no one around. It's dark outside and I assume everyone is sleeping.- We have to get out of here! Preferably NOW! They will sacrifice us to a strange god they have! We will die!! whispers Sila in despair.

- I am hungry, says Nirat.

All of us glare at him.

- What?! I haven't been allowed to eat anything since we left you, he says and rubs his stomach.

- Please, can we at least come up with a plan without you starting to talk about food, I beg him.

- Meh! It's not my fault I'm hungry! Nirat complains.

We all ignore him and start thinking of a plan.

- I know! Yzra suddenly calls out.

All eyes are on him.

- There are some extra "Indian clothes" there by the door, he says, pointing to a large, red door.

- Yes! We dress up! whispers Nirat.

- But how are we going to get out then? I ask.

- Hmmm.....very good question.., I KNOW, Sila shouts.

- SHHHHH, Nirat scream-whispers.

- I have a knife in my back pocket... but I can't reach it, explains Sila.

- I can take it out, says Nirat.

Nirat soon takes the knife out of Silas' pocket and cuts himself loose and then he cuts everyone else. We take off the ropes and tiptoe run slowly up to the red door. We put on our clothes and are just about to run away when the red door opens.

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