Damsels in Distress

Chapter 13 "I think Safire must be having to much fun, or she fell asleep,” said Lygia, checking through her bag the second time, making sure everything was there and in its correct place. "I'll go check" said Dayna, fallowing the trail Safire had taken. "Fay!! Fay dear!! Where might you be found?" She looked up ahead a little ways. No Safire, but there in the ground... an arrow? She ran to it. A note attached. "Oh. My gosh, GUYS!!!" They all ran to her aid. "What has happened?" asked Lorri. Dayna handed her the letter and Lorri read it aloud to the small band of travelers.

~I would thank you all to leave these woods.
I have taken your young friend as assurance
You leave, so does she
You don't... I'll leave that up to you
Please, I would advise you leave

The Black Fox~

"This isn't quite how we expected to meet the Black Fox…" said Lorri. Lygia finished her sentence as if she had read her mind, "But we're to deep now to turn back. We have to find her" "But the letter says if we leave, he'll let her go" Lorri glared at Striker. "I don't care. We came to fight for the Black Fox and so we shall. Just as soon as we convince him we mean to fight for him. Come on. Lead away, mercenary" "Alright, damsel"

Chapter 14 "And so we decide to come and help you and your cause" Safire had just finished telling her story to the tall man that stood before her. Well, she started at when they had met Striker, and leavening out they had jumped into the painting. She had been taken to his camp. If she had been frightened when she was kidnapped, all fear left her when she entered the camp. It was full of laughter and song. Beautiful songs, funny songs, sad songs. But the most comforting sight were those green eyes looking into her brown ones, searching her soul for certainty in her story. "Well, your story is a good one,” said the masked man, known as the Black Fox. "And your eyes tell me you speak truly. Tell me, do you think your friends have left yet?" "No. They wouldn't leave without me. I don't think" "Do they believe they can find my our camp?" "Well, the one I told you about, Striker, says he knows where you are." "Alright. This Striker as you call him....Is he tall? Blue eyes? Blond hair?" "You know him?" He laughed. "Yes. We all know that one. He comes and goes. I prefer he didn't, but Hawkins is his friend But we know him as Mercenary" Safire smiled. Lorri would love that "Your friends will be hear by nightfall. Come! Hear is Hawkins now! He is a great entertainer. I just hope he hasn't decide to use one of my outfits again……Oh, dear"