Your wrists burn from the tightness of the rope. They have dragged you on the ground, then tossing you into the caravan. They pull you further into the caravan as your friends are thrown into the caravan as well. You try to lift yourself up to sit, but you are met with a heavy foot that forces you to the wooden floor. "Get up, and I will make sure it is the last time", the stranger said. You can hear your friends muffled cries within the caravan.
You think to yourself, "Where are they taking us? Why are they doing this to us?" Many thoughts come to mind, but none of it makes sense. And what about your father? He does not know where you are. Tears well up, but you say to yourself, "Be strong, Iviaena."
You can feel the caravan moving at a slow pace. In the city, coachmen are not allowed to ride fast when Yal kuuv is still rising. Only when it sets, coachmen can move about as they please - they are using this to their advantage so that the authorities would not notice them doing anything suspicious. Even with their garments, who would ever question the holy warriors of the Bawaii Nuu, they are protectors of the Dymais Society - the People of the Sand.
You can feel the caravan moving at a slow pace. In the city, coachmen are not allowed to ride fast when Yal kuuv is still rising. Only when it sets, coachmen can move about as they please - they are using this to their advantage so that the authorities would not notice them doing anything suspicious. Even with their garments, who would ever question the holy warriors of the Bawaii Nuu, they are protectors of the Dymais Society - the People of the Sand.
Time has passed, and the heat within this caravan is brutal. A drink of water would relieve some of the pain you are enduring, but it would seem that you have arrived... The final place where we all die.
Strong hands grab your arms to lift you off the wood floor. You can't see anything - there is no opening, no tear in the covering for you to see. Even if you tried to make a sound, your fear overcomes your willingness to cry for help - the cloth around your mouth does not help at all.
They carry you into an enclosure. You hear voices whisper in the darkness. then a door opens and they throw you all to the ground. They cut off the ropes and walk away. You can only hear the door close behind. The sound of your companions can be heard, sobbing and moaning from the mistreatment. You spend just a few seconds, wondering if they are watching you move. You slowly reach towards your head, touching the cloth. You quickly remove it and find yourself in darkness.
"Not again", you whisper.
"What? What? Where are we?" Toreinna says to you.
You walk slowly to Toreinna, and to the rest of your companions. You embrace them, and cry together.
"Try to keep silent. We do not want them to hear our movements or our voices," you say as you hold them tight. "I am the one they are after. It would seem they need me to get to my father. Since you were with me, they threatened us with death, if we do anything to escape."
"Who are they?" Says Rekell - Her voice trembling.
"They are Bawaii Nuu, but I cannot understand why they would turn on my father, or on any of their people," you say, as you begin to move away from your companions, Atruii stops you, "Why would they mention your father?"
"I do not know, Atruii. We have to find out, and get to my father. Let us spread out to find a wall, a door, or window. Something that seems covered."
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