I wish I were smarter with what I did. The soldiers followed me into the forest, and even as I winded my way through this familiar place, I knew the soldiers were catching up with me. The fire alarms came to a stop as the people slowly came to realize it was false. Trying to use my green hood to blend in with the green scenery around me, I ran as fast as I could.
“Search everywhere!” The lead soldier commanded. Their metal boots left deep footprints in the moist soil. They would catch up with me, and my mind raced for ideas-a plan to get away, but I got no results. I took a breath to soothe my throbbing head. I can’t fight then. They were too strong, with their swords and their guns, weaponry, and so much more. I could try-I could try to fight them off. If it worked, my life would be saved-it would be good.
I stooped and glanced around. The metal boots of the soldiers digging into the earth could be heard slightly over the music of the forest, and the chirps of the baby birds that were heard by the big mother bird that spread its wings above me. Using my hand to rip apart the vines and the unkempt leaves, I tried to find a pathway out of the forest. The head soldier cried out orders to his crew, ordering them to different points throughout the forest.
The sound of the forest, the sound of the commands that were impatiently given by the head soldier rang I n my ears. The blue of the sky was barely revealed beyond the tangle of trees above me. It was pointless, all of it. What am I doing? I thought, shoving my bangs away from my forehead. I was abandoning Celeste and Mother, for my own good, for my own escape. The chain of the mystic topaz still adorned my neck. I stared at it.
I tore my eyes away from it as the soldiers drew nearer. Before my mind could process, the head soldier commanded one of his crew members to land an attack on me. A the soldier’s gun was pointed to my forehead, I grasped the soldier’s arm in which the gun was held and twisted it severely, landing the soldier a final hit that landed him on the wet soil. Like an idiot, I apologized to the now almost dead soldier. What am I doing? As the next soldier came, I did the same thing. I took a gun from the soldier and threatened to use it, even though I haven’t the faintest idea where the trigger was.
The soldiers slowly raised their arms to surrender. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my back. I turned, to see that a soldier had hit me with his blade. I fell to the floor, grasping the wound. White spots covered my vision, and soon, my vision went blank.
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