It was a dark cold night as I shivered under the old oak tree, clinging on to my cloak as if it would bring back the warmth of the fire. I was hoping it was just a dream but it wasn’t. I was stuck in this forest lost and cold, and soon would probably end up as meat for a hungry wolf. As if on cue a wagon stopped in front of me and a man stepped out.
“Come with me,” was all he said, sticking out a hand in front of me.
“ Why would I do that ?” I asked, and that was the last thing I remembered before things got blurred...
“Come with me,” was all he said, sticking out a hand in front of me.
“ Why would I do that ?” I asked, and that was the last thing I remembered before things got blurred...
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