The only thing I could see that night were the stars and the sky. The earth to me was nothing but air, and the sound? My own panicked breathing. Nothing more, nothing less.

You may call this night a simple, peaceful night, but it’s honestly everything BUT that.

“Go to sleep, you little scoundrel.” Commanded the driver of the wagon I was on.

Oh. So now I'M the scoundrel. Pretty ironic for someone who just kidnapped a child.

I wiggled around, trying my best to get comfortable under the sheets I was wrapped in. My hands were tied behind my back, and since my mouth was covered by a rancid piece of cloth (I think it was used to mop up spoiled milk), there was no way I could scream for help.

Honestly, I didn’t need any help. Scratch that, I didn’t WANT any help.

By now you may be thinking, are you crazy? You just got separated from your family and you don’t want any help?

I think it would be nice if I started from the top. It’s a long drive to our destination, anyway.