It’s all that was on Pena’s mind. Fear. What’s happening. Why was there a bag on her head? Why was the ground swaying beneath her feet? Well, that question was answered fast. The sea air was unmistakable. But why was there a bag over her head? All she knew is that she fell asleep past night, happy and content with a bit of treasure she found on the road. She was a Kobald, but luckily enough she got adopted by a kind human family…and now her thoughts drifted to them. Are they okay? Are they safe? Were they taken too? It was too much to worry about, and in the first time since she woke up, she sat back down. She was scared. She could feel her heat slamming in her chest. And her heart felt like it was going to burst when she heard the heavy footsteps. Rough, calloused hands picked her up, and started dragging her. She tried to pull away, but heard an old voice as the hands held her tighter. “Ehh….you won’t be gettin out, don’t fight.”
She thought she would die before she was let go, but her heart didn’t give out yet. She felt herself roughly dropped onto the deck, the damp wood barely cushioning the fall. She heard a regal voice,
“This thing is what we’re putting her into?….we couldn’t have gotten a better host?”
“No, sir. This was the best we could find.”
Host?! What would she be a host for, she wondered. She almost asked, but her voice died when the regal voice spoke again.
“Ah well. Begin the ritual. We need her the sake of the kingdom, even if she shall inhabit such a…horrid creature.”
And then she passed out.