The air ran chilly and I could hear soft chanting and out of the woods came hooded figures dressed in purple cloaks. I tensed and looked around me and my tongue darted out to wet my bottom lip. This couldn't be happening. The hairs at the nape of my neck stood up and I felt a shudder ran through me.
They all were watching me, gaging me and I knew they were here for one thing only and that was me. The warmth seemed to have been sucked out of the world and there was a chill that came with them. I looked at each of them my eyes darting around and I felt slightly dizzy. Their faces were badly scarred. Deep scars that looked extremely painful like someone or something marked them for the world to know, for them to know that they belonged to them.
The chanting stopped and one broke out of th
