Amreal didn't know how long it had been, nor what had happened, but somehow something was wrong. Not wrong in the sense that they village was being attacked or wrong like that day was. It was a different sort.
Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of footsteps crunching directly in her ears. With each crunch, her body shook as if she was..... Being carried! Her head shot up in one fluid motion, panic in her eyes.
All around her she saw badlands. No village. No people. Only land. Her hands were cuffed, preventing her from grabbing her sword and she wouldn't be able to recite any spells without the person noticing. Wait.... Who was carrying her? He was muscular, but not too big. He had on leather gear and boots. All in all he seemed familiar, but she just couldn't place him.
No matter who he was or how she knew him, the angel wasn't about to sit back and let someone take her. "Let go of me!" Amreal yelled to the guy, trying to turn to see his face. She followed to shout with a swift kick to his abdomen.