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Ochalla
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It was Trevor! Wren was so relieved, there was no way should could be scared of him. After all he was trying to help her. The villagers though did not see it that way. One of the men had a hand on her arm, and it hurt. Meanwhile a few others were advancing. This was all so stupid, if they'd just let her go it wouldn't be a problem.
The first few men were not a problem at all in fact, but there was another that was going to be.
The man was older. Not a grandad perhaps, but defineltly not a young farmer. He had a sword belt on his hip and he walked like he was familiar with the weight. Wren's blood ran cold when she saw him steadily walking closer to the fight. "Step aside lads!" he hollered when he was close to the activity.
Wren couldn't let this happen, she just couldn't! How could she stop it though?
The man that was holding her arm had relaxed his grip. Likely in the belief that things were going to be okay or because the small princess had stopped struggling. If she was going to do this she had to do it right. Taking a deep breath she yanked her arm away and started running. She ran until she reached Trevor, but she did not look at him. She faced the old man with the sword, her arms spread wide. "You must not do this!" she screamed.
The first few men were not a problem at all in fact, but there was another that was going to be.
The man was older. Not a grandad perhaps, but defineltly not a young farmer. He had a sword belt on his hip and he walked like he was familiar with the weight. Wren's blood ran cold when she saw him steadily walking closer to the fight. "Step aside lads!" he hollered when he was close to the activity.
Wren couldn't let this happen, she just couldn't! How could she stop it though?
The man that was holding her arm had relaxed his grip. Likely in the belief that things were going to be okay or because the small princess had stopped struggling. If she was going to do this she had to do it right. Taking a deep breath she yanked her arm away and started running. She ran until she reached Trevor, but she did not look at him. She faced the old man with the sword, her arms spread wide. "You must not do this!" she screamed.