Prologue

Prologue of my story.

 

Their eyes burned into my face, my back as I walked the thin rope of life. As I kept walking the clammy air hit my face. It was too late to turn back and run from this fear. Torture or gallows waited for me, and both meant death. As I soldiered on, his words echoed in my head “Elizabeth, take this- it's a key and a letter. It must be delivered to Victoria Wilson. This is a manner of life or death!” Suddenly, the sweet darkness consumed me, and there was no more.

Author's Note

Ignore Grammer Promblems, Also what do you think so far?