She ran as fast as her long legs could carry her, long jet black hair flowing behind her as she ran up the hill to town. As she reached the crest of the hill she paused for a second to look behind her. The men chasing her pointed and shouted their curses aiming their crossbows at her. She was panting and every breath she took stung as if her lungs were being ripped out.<br/><br/>With narrowed eyes she growled at four men pursuing her and began her run again. The grass was slick and it was hard to keep her balance on the slope. She used the momentum and her arm to keep her balance until she slipped up and fell forward falling head first down the hill. The wind was knocked out of her lungs when her back hit the ground, it wasnâ€™t till she reached the bottom did she finally get it back. Lying on the wet dewed grass she saw the men following close behind.<br/><br/>Cursing under her breath she rolled on her side and brought herself back to her feet. The running was taking its toll on her but she had to get to town or risk whatever those men had in mind for her. Using what strength she had she started running and didnâ€™t stop till she reached a pub. She didnâ€™t know why she picked this place over the many others she could have but something drew her there.<br/><br/>The men chasing her followed close behind as she walked into the tavern. They knew they had her the moment she paused for air at the taverns opening. The leader pointed to an alley leading to the back of the tavern motioning for one of them to head around the back and cut her off there while the other two walked in the front. A crooked smile spread across the leaders face causing the wrinkles along his jaw line to deepen. â€œGot you now street rat.â€ He and two other men walked into the tavern and waited for their man in the back to show up before making their move.<br/><br/>Shivers racked her body as she walked in the tavern, the sweat that had accumulated as she ran soaked up the cold in the air covering her in a blanket of chilly water.  She half walked have stumbled to the counter and said, â€œhelp me.â€ Her eye caught sight of the leader walking in with his two goons but she couldnâ€™t see the other one. Her eyes narrowed at the men as she slowly made her way to the back when she ran into the one that was missing.<br/><br/>â€œWhere do you think your going missy?â€ he asked smiling a toothless smile. His breath was atrocious and she tried to run away but he caught her round the waist. â€œWonâ€™t get away that easily this time.â€ He said as the people around began to take notice. She struggled as hard as she could but he was too big and too strong for her to break free.<br/><br/>â€œLet me go, I havenâ€™t done anything to you.â€ She said looking to anyone who would save her from whatever fate they decided to bestow on her. Normally she was pretty good in a scrape or finding ways to get away but those men were persistent and huge. She had never seen men like them before, they were built like elephants. She could swear they were at least six feet ten inches tall, if not more.<br/><br/>All of them were ragged and dirty, the leader was bald, had a scar over his left eye and always carried two swords with him on either hip. The two men at his side were twins and had long blond hair, silver eyes, and pale completions that made them look more ghostlike than human. The man holding her was just big, ugly, had no teeth and bad breath, she couldnâ€™t really describe him, his face was too mashed up to be recognizable.