*Terra's P.O.V*
Run. That was all I could think of. I couldn't stop now. Syrius would catch me if I did. I needed to stop. I sat down. I had to get up. I struggled to stand, legs aching, arms exhausted.
"Oh my, is that a baby?" Two slender arms picked me up. "I wonder where your parents are." Attached to those arms was an adult, possibly in her thirties.
I looked around, no sign of him. Phew!
Suddenly, he strode into view. I leaped down before he saw me. The woman grabbed at me frantically as I went down, trying to stop me. Fat chance of that happening.
I took off running again, making for the bend. I hid just where Syrius couldn't see me. I peeked around the corner.
"Excuse me, but have you seen my daughter?" "No,I have not." Syrius questioned the woman.
"I just saw you with her." "OK, I dropped her." Syrius lunged at her, a cloud of dust kicking up as they fought.
I ran. No stopping. I ran for about two hours before resting. I was in front of someone's house with a porch surrounded by flowers.
An old man came out for his paper. He stopped dead when he saw me. "Henrietta! Get out here!"
An old lady in a leopard print gown stepped onto the porch.
She gasped at the sight of me.
"James! Pick her up and give her to me." "Henrietta" ordered.
"James" did as he was told.
Henrietta started walking inside. "You poor little soul!"
James walked in too. "We'll keep you safe, little one."
Well, I decided to split this up into two parts cos writing this was seriously bugging me.
"I just saw you with her." "OK, I dropped her." Syrius lunged at her, a cloud of dust kicking up as they fought.
I ran. No stopping. I ran for about two hours before resting. I was in front of someone's house with a porch surrounded by flowers.
An old man came out for his paper. He stopped dead when he saw me. "Henrietta! Get out here!"
An old lady in a leopard print gown stepped onto the porch.
She gasped at the sight of me.
"James! Pick her up and give her to me." "Henrietta" ordered.
"James" did as he was told.
Henrietta started walking inside. "You poor little soul!"
James walked in too. "We'll keep you safe, little one."
Well, I decided to split this up into two parts cos writing this was seriously bugging me.
Hmmmm who are these James and Henrietta people?
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