MarieK
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The Encampment
An orange glow cuts through the trees. At first, it is believed to be a prequel to dawn shedding it's first light, but then it flickers, proving too elusive to be the rising sun. In a gruff tone, someone orders you further into the forest toward the light. It's the voice belonging to the man who had explained that you were being taken to someone who knew your secret and promised it would be worth going to speak with her.
Overgrown shrubbery and stones slick from the early morning dew that are embedded along the path prove a hindrenance to the stability of your footing, but it also tells you that the men who have kidnapped you are taking a route no one has traveled on before. Wherever they are leading you to, they clearly don't want you to know the destination- or want any others to stumble upon it.
"There," mutters the leader, jutting his chin in the direction of the light.
By now, the light has expanded and multiplied. Numerous lights decorate the forest before you. The aroma of burning logs, leather, and food waft through the trees and soon an encampment comes into view. Torches illuminated the area where rows of tents are wedged between tree trunks. Spiralling up the trunks are wooden stairs that lead to small huts built above in the trees. Rope bridges with wooden planks connect the huts. The precarious height at which they hang is nothing compared to the worn state of the wood and the thinly stretched ropes that hold them together. Upon second glance, the huts also appear tattered and poorly built with their warped and missing boards.
Despite these flaws, many people can be seen meandering from hut to hut, appearing unbothered by the risk they take in trusting the wood with their weight. As the men lead your group into the camp, many of those above stop and stare. A hiss of excitement follows.
A woman comes into view, standing in front of one of the closest tents. Arms crossed across her chest, she studies the group the men brought to the camp with something akin to hope peeking through her guarded expression.
"Welcome," she greets. "Thank you for coming."
The man that had led the group gives the woman a pointed glance as if to remind her that the people who were there had been given little choice, but she either doesn't see the look or pretends not to.
"You see, my men and I have been watching each of you and it is believed you may sympathize with our cause. My name is Adelaide. Princess Adelaide. I have left my kingdom to seek help in overthrowing my stepfather, King Darius. He has oppressed the people for too long and for people like us, we have paid a far greater price than the other citizens of our good kingdoms."
Extending a hand, she holds out her palm and a small flame appears in her hand.
"I am a Marked, like yourselves. You may choose to stay or leave, but know if you stay you will be help bring down a tyrant and free the people and yourselves. No longer will you have to hide and fear for your lives."
Extinguishing the flame by clenching her fist, she permits a thoughtful pause before giving the group a tight smile that did little to alleviate the tention woven into her gaze.
"For those who wish to stay, the men will show you to where you will be sleeping. The rest will be blindfolded and escorted back to their homes. Cook will be preparing breakfast soon. I'll see you there."
As instructed, the men begin to lead the group to their tents or huts.
An orange glow cuts through the trees. At first, it is believed to be a prequel to dawn shedding it's first light, but then it flickers, proving too elusive to be the rising sun. In a gruff tone, someone orders you further into the forest toward the light. It's the voice belonging to the man who had explained that you were being taken to someone who knew your secret and promised it would be worth going to speak with her.
Overgrown shrubbery and stones slick from the early morning dew that are embedded along the path prove a hindrenance to the stability of your footing, but it also tells you that the men who have kidnapped you are taking a route no one has traveled on before. Wherever they are leading you to, they clearly don't want you to know the destination- or want any others to stumble upon it.
"There," mutters the leader, jutting his chin in the direction of the light.
By now, the light has expanded and multiplied. Numerous lights decorate the forest before you. The aroma of burning logs, leather, and food waft through the trees and soon an encampment comes into view. Torches illuminated the area where rows of tents are wedged between tree trunks. Spiralling up the trunks are wooden stairs that lead to small huts built above in the trees. Rope bridges with wooden planks connect the huts. The precarious height at which they hang is nothing compared to the worn state of the wood and the thinly stretched ropes that hold them together. Upon second glance, the huts also appear tattered and poorly built with their warped and missing boards.
Despite these flaws, many people can be seen meandering from hut to hut, appearing unbothered by the risk they take in trusting the wood with their weight. As the men lead your group into the camp, many of those above stop and stare. A hiss of excitement follows.
A woman comes into view, standing in front of one of the closest tents. Arms crossed across her chest, she studies the group the men brought to the camp with something akin to hope peeking through her guarded expression.
"Welcome," she greets. "Thank you for coming."
The man that had led the group gives the woman a pointed glance as if to remind her that the people who were there had been given little choice, but she either doesn't see the look or pretends not to.
"You see, my men and I have been watching each of you and it is believed you may sympathize with our cause. My name is Adelaide. Princess Adelaide. I have left my kingdom to seek help in overthrowing my stepfather, King Darius. He has oppressed the people for too long and for people like us, we have paid a far greater price than the other citizens of our good kingdoms."
Extending a hand, she holds out her palm and a small flame appears in her hand.
"I am a Marked, like yourselves. You may choose to stay or leave, but know if you stay you will be help bring down a tyrant and free the people and yourselves. No longer will you have to hide and fear for your lives."
Extinguishing the flame by clenching her fist, she permits a thoughtful pause before giving the group a tight smile that did little to alleviate the tention woven into her gaze.
"For those who wish to stay, the men will show you to where you will be sleeping. The rest will be blindfolded and escorted back to their homes. Cook will be preparing breakfast soon. I'll see you there."
As instructed, the men begin to lead the group to their tents or huts.
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