The Corridor And The Rose-Petrified
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.