When that morning came I dressed in my usual, casual murky green dress, got my bow and quiver of arrows, and headed to the woods with my trusty steed Angus.
As usual I hit the hanging targets, which dangle on trees, however, it's a different path I take today. Where the trees are thicker and the wind is heavier. It must have been quick because one minute I'm sitting on Angus having the time of my life, and the next I'm on the hard muddy ground with a shooting pain running up and down my thigh.
"Angus!" I yell at the stupid animal. When the pain begins to fade, I begin to see my surroundings. I am trapped in an ancient ring of stones. I stare at them for a while then I hear a rustling sound from the hedge near by. I run to Angus to quickly retrieve my bow and quiver of arrows, and point at the hedge, waiting for something to happen, and yet nothing.
I hear footsteps behind me, however I keep my focus on the hedge. When the person lays a hand on me, that's when my reflexes kick in. I flip whoever it is over onto their back and aim an arrow at them
