No sooner had my arrow left my bow when a second arrow flew past my face, its feathers narrowly missing my cheek. In a matter of seconds, my arrow had plunged deep into the stag's chest, and the second arrow followed in suit. A scream loosed from my throat, just as a hand snaked around my waist, and another hand muffled my shriek and held tight.
I struggled, and bucked, and kicked. I even tried biting him. But his hands held strong.
"Stop moving Goddamni-," My head hit his chin, and he groaned.
I could tell this only made him angrier. Panicking, I flailed. He stumbled backwards, still holding onto me. I acted on instinct. I threw my body weight, falling onto him, we both tumbled into the snow. I gasped as the freezing cold seeped into my skin. Then, he jerked up, flipping our positions. He threw me deep into the snow. His knee found my chest. Pinning me down...
"Would you stop moving!" he growled, his voice deep and accented.
Afraid of what he would do, I stopped.
"When I take my hand away, you're not gonna scream, right?"
I nodded. And took a good long look at his face.
"Anselme?!" I gasped.
"Shhhhhh!!!!!"
I cried out again as he brandished a knife and held it beneath my chin.
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The Healer
FantasyMagic and all fantastical creatures, anybody with magic flowing through their veins have been outlawed by the King. Those who didn't flee to the South of Atroce were executed, and thus any trace of Magic was wiped from the North. Except Arielle. T...
