When I arose I found myself deep within the forest. My hands and ankles bound together using weathered strips of leather. I wasn't able to stand so I lay on the hard, cold earth worrying about my grandmother, hoping that she would be alright.
Footsteps approached, I heard them faintly at first, but they grew louder and louder as the figure in a deep brown cloak stepped into view.
" Who is there?" I called.
The figure did not respond. They stepped beside me but not within reach. I curled myself into a tight ball, hoping, praying that I wouldn't be hurt.
In a low pitched voice the entity asked, "What is one of your kind doing here?"
Startled I sprung my head towards the direction of the figure's hood. "M-my kind?"
"Yes... Wolf-kin. What is your purpose near the village of the Elders of Shör?"
The figure took down his hood revealing a pale handsome face. Eyes the color of the most luxurious royal purple silk. he would have been the most handsome man I had ever seen, but he was glaring at me. A disgusted look on his face, scowling at me like some mosquito he would squish.
"I don't exactly know what you mean." I said shakily. "I am human, not.... whatever you just called me."
The strange man bent down clearing the pale gold hair from my eyes. "You most certainly are Something of magic. No human has ever ventured close to this village because it is enchanted. Humans are not able to cross the border between realms. You must be some magical creature or you wouldn't be here. Do not worry. We will find out WHAT you are. And who you work for... I suggest that you do NOT try to lie by saying you are human to the village Elders. They know what you are already. And you will not fool them."
The man attached a lead rope to a small loop in my leather restraints and began to pull me toward this so-called village...