It was a warm day. I was walking through the village, on the way to the market.

Three large men, towering over me, came and said they knew…and they took me.

They led me to a covered wagon in silence. Villagers glanced, or glared, but no one said a word. I assumed they had gotten Ian and the rest of the group.

When we arrived at the wagon, they chained up my hands.

My heart was pounding. I had always thought that a day like that might come, but I didn’t think it would be that day, when everything was going so well.

I expected that they were going to kill me.

I was petrified.