Clair's POV
I huddled close to the fire as Nutcracker left in search of more wood. I had collected as much as I could but i didnt think it would last very long. I hoped that he found enough to last through the night, i was begining to hate winter, i was tired of the cold.
Actually i was just plain tired.
I wriggled my fingers as the fire started making them tingle as they unthawed. I heared footsteps comming, i smiled, thinking that it was Nutcracker. Despite the fact that he was made of wood, he was actually a really nice guy.
And being with him felt so familiar that i couldnt help but like it when he was around.
"Did you get anything?" I asked
"No, but im about to"
With a gasp i whirled around. A man, who i didnt recognise at all was standing just a couple of feet away from me. He was wearing a captions uniform that looked like was from midieval times. He wore a big silver sword on his side and a creepy evil grin on his face. His black hair was slicked back and he practically screamed bad guy.
"Who are you?" I asked, edging away from the fire
The bad guys grin seemed to grow, making him look like a cat.
"Your with the Nutcracker arent you?" He asked
I edged farther back, not answering.
"I will take that as a yes" He said "In that case my sweet you can call me Rog, the not so mousy mouse king"
Oh god, i really was dreaming
I jumped up, attempting to run into the thicket of tree's someone grabbed my ankle, causing me to fall face first into the snow. I pushed myself up and spit the snow out of my mouth, then just before he jumped on me i let out the loudest scream i possibly could.
I tried scrambling away but Rog's weight was crushing me into the snow. I felt my hands being pulled behind my back and something that felt an awful lot like rope tying them together. Tears filled my eyes as i began to panick. He was going to take me, he was going to take me and there was nothing i could do about and and i had no idea what he was going to do to me.
Oh god i was going to die!
I continued trying to wriggle free but i really was getting no where. I was growing colder every second i was in the snow and Rog was just to heavey for me to throw. Finally i just gave up and lye there in the snow.
"Thats a good girl" Rog cood "Now this wont hurt a bit"
I felt a sharp sting in my arm and to my horror i relised that i had just been injected with something. I instantly became drowsy and had the sensation that i was in a tunnel.
There was a loud thump and the weight that had been crushing me into the snow dissapeared, someone rolled me over but i was already to far gone to know who it was. Everything went fuzzy, and then it went black.
When i started to wake up i had the sensation that i was being carried. The pair of arms that heldme showed no hint of muscle or even flash. The chest that i was cradled against was as hard as steel.
Not steel
Wood
I groaned, nuzzling my face into my the chest of the person that held me.
"Come on princess, wakey wakey"
My eyelashes fluttered open. I was starring at glossy painted wood, my nose was barley an inch from Nutcracker's chest. I still had the sensation that my limbs were asleep.