The Forgotten Forest

Chapter Fifteen- Answers

I woke up in a burlap sack. It took me a while to realize that's where I was. It was dark, stuffy, and cramped. I couldn't recall anything that had happened until I heard a young man call out, "Are we almost there?" That's when I recalled everything that had happened. Again.

I stretched out, realizing I didn't have much room. My face was also stinging from where Mason has slapped me. This was when my patience had snapped. Twice, I had people that all they did was betray me, and that was not going to continue

"Hey, hey! Let me out!" I screamed. I did not want to be held hostage after everything that had happened. I've had enough. I writhed and squirmed, trying to get in a good position. Where was the top of the bag at? From there, I could get my way out. Looking around, I noticed the top and reached up. I got up and pulled, realizing it was tied up. I grunted, trying to pull harder, hoping that it would budge, but nothing happened. Sighing silently, I looked around once more. I noticed that sunlight was peeking through another hole, and not from the top. I looked to my left and sure enough, there was a small hole. This is what I needed. I could get out.

I heard Mason talking to someone else, probably to his father, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. The pounding sound of hooves galloping over the ground was too deafening.

Wait.

I could now feel the swaying motion from the animals pulling the cart I believe I was in. They were taking me somewhere. Probably somewhere that I didn't want to be. This wasn't good; I had to get out now.

I reached over to the hole and tried to open it up a little bit more so I could get some sunlight out of it and so I could look out. Once the hole was big enough to look out, I observed where I was. I was right; I was in a cart, a small one for that matter, and I saw two heads facing the other way. Mike and his father were driving the cart.

I could get out. The horses were so loud, Mike wouldn't hear me, and they were facing the other way. I pulled harder on the small hole, hoping for it to expand. Taking a small, loose string, I tugged. There, that did the trick. The hole opened up more, big enough for my hand to fit through it. I tried to tug more, but I couldn't get it to budge. I quickly improvised by reaching my hand through the hole to the top of the bag. I found the string that was tied up to prevent me from getting out. Trying to untie it, I grabbed the end of the string and pulled. I didn't work; I had to get get my other hand out as well. It was a tight fit, but I got it through. I was going to have an awful brush burn when I was done. I couldn't see where my hands were going; I just had to rely on them.

Poking around, I tried to untie the knot, but I was too late. I heard the cart pull to a stop. I quickly tried to pull my hands back in before I got caught, but they were stuck. I couldn't bring them back in. Panicking, I pulled one hand back, and it barely fit through, but it fit through nonetheless. I quickly pulled my hand back in right before I felt someone pick up the burlap sack I was in and carry me off. I just hoped that no one would notice the hole. I let out a groan; I was so close to escaping.

"Quiet Kirana," He said my name with such disgust, I was angered by why I didn't understand.

The person holding me stopped moving. "Mason, duck!" Another person shouted, realizing it was Mason's father. A sudden drop towards the ground made me gasp.

"Stop, stop! We have something you might want, please!" I heard Mason's father plea. I peeked out the hole and realized we were at a gate. I saw two guards standing on the top of it, holding bows and arrows. They looked at each other quickly and put down the draw bridge.

"Thank you, thank you!" Mason called out. I was picked back up roughly and carried across the drawbridge. I kept looking out the hole, making sure I wasn't missing anything. We were walking towards a tall, enormous castle. It was made out of stone bricks, just like it was out of a fairy tale.