Obviate // JHS // PJM // OC

// 2 //

I jump through the window with my weapons and backed bag, running into the night, I turn around one last time and see my village on the edge of the horizon

I'm sorry everyone, but I have to do this

I was about to turn back around when I see a hand rise straight up and leave it extended into the air. I copy their action and know that my grandmother wanted to say a last goodbye, knowing that she has possibly sent her granddaughter to get caught in the hands of an brutal monster

I waste no time and run with the shadows as I pursue my destination. I won't charge straight for him. That would be foolish. I remember my grandmother's words of advice to try and hopefully find an ally

Specifically, the neutral ally, whatever that meant

Don't look at the open sky but the ground that binds,

Don't expect to find what you're looking for

Instead search for what you can't find

Then they'll reveal themselves to those worth forevermore

I don't understand why grandma always has too speak in these ridiculous, unfathomable riddles. Can't she just tell me who to find and where to find them? But of course not, she wants to make my life a whole lot harder and give me a 'challenging' as quoted from her

I slowly come to rest in the thick part of the woods, as I tire out, I'd need a safe and hidden place to rest. Something about this place draws me to it. Except I don't now if it's good or bad. Ignoring the potential danger, I find a tree to sleep against. I place my belongings down beside me, and just as I was about to lay down, I find a roundish rock, that has somehow been partly swallowed by the trunk of the tree.

I decide to take good use of it and use it as a not so soft pillow.

I gently drift to sleep, feeling the breeze on my face, listening to the night.

...

I feel a tight squeeze on my wrist and by instinct I open my eyes. Nothing had changed, I was still by the tree, my belongings were still beside me, except, a little too far away than I last remembered. I was about to stand up when something restricts me. I look down and see my hands and feet were bound in... vines?

I don't bother calling out, my capturer is not here at the moment and could give me the perfect time to escape. I knew something about this place was peculiar. I just never expected it to be bad. Looking around one more time, and seeing no movement, I slowly start shuffling towards my pack where I hid a few knives.

With my hands still bound, I had to outstretch both hands to grab it, and once I finally managed to grasp the hilt of the knife properly, I start slicing away at the vines binding my hands. But before I could completely free myself, I felt a blade rest against my neck

'Move an inch, and I won't hesitate to send your pretty little head rolling away'