Chapter5: A kidnapper within the grounds.

A Chapter by eccath

Melony and Corrisa are captured... but by who?

Around what was believed to be 11:00, Melony and I curled up by the dying fire and slept. Just before, one of the natives came by, sayiing we had enough survivors to create a small tribe if we wished to stay. Some objected while others gained excitement and said they wanted to see how the natives survived. Melony and I were of thos who objected until we found our mothers.

That night, I had an awful dream. I never found my mother and I was kidnapped by Mica and the other natives. They threw me into one of their scrawny tents and chained me to the ground. I kept screaming, and screaming in my dream and at one point I woke up and I really was screaming. I was sweating heavily and panting. Other survivors had woken up and were staring at me as if I possesed three heads. I ignored the looks and went back to sleep.

In the morning, I awoke to the sound of birdsong and flowing water. I seemed to be very near a water source. I rubbed my eyes, and opened them, revealing a foggy sight of the inside of a makeshift tent. I let out a high pitched wail, which quickly woke Melony, and I was guessing- anyone around me. I could hear Melony or someone scuffling loudly beside me. "Where are you Corrisa?" The voice cried. That's when I realized, I wasn't in a tent, but wrapped up in linen. I was on a boat. I could barely breathe through the scratchy material! "Melony, I'm in here! Where are you?" No response, except for a muffled scream and a loud thud. We had bumpped against something. Land, I hoped.

Suddenly I felt strong hands grasping my torsoe and I was thrown. I could feel my slef gliding through the air, and then landing with a solid thump on the sand on the banks of Formosa Auqua. I screamed in pain as I landed on my gashed knee. I swore under my breath as the strong hands gathered me up again. There was no sound except the faint wafting of the bay waves. We soon reached some place where I was placed on the ground. I could here tent flaps opening and I was picked up and thrown in.

While thrown, I collided with another body and landed with a sharp thud once again on the ground.

I was unwrapped from the scratchy linen, and my destination was revealed.

I was inside a richly furnished tent. Or as richly furnished as the insdie of a bamboo hut/tent can be. In front of Melony and I, stood a burly man of 5'9, with a greasy unshaven beard and long hair.

" Foreigners! Foreigners on my land! How dare my tribes allow such hospitality to FOREIGNERS!" The man spat this last word with such disgust, I was afraid he might throw up. I could feel my lower lip trembling, and I could see Melony going pale. What was I going to do? Where was I?"

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