I screamed. What in the world was she thinking? SACRIFICE? That would just make everyone sadder, not happier.
I reached out to Sari's shoulder, trying to pull her out of harm's way. But the man with the scar stepped between us. I panicked, and kicked him between the legs. He groaned in pain and staggered off, soon collapsing on the ground.
Again, I reached out to Sari, but I was too late. Another masked man came out of nowhere just as my fingers bushed Sari's shoulder. The masked man put his arm around Sari's neck and held his sword up to her chin threateningly. Sari closed her eyes, a tear coming down her cheek. The man back away, still holding my sister. He looked cautiously at the other men that charged us earlier and examined them. The other two had stopped their rampage and now turned to stare at the newcomer in silence. Another man fell from the trees and grabbed my shoulder, pinching hard. I whimpered, and allowed myself to be dragged back into the trees.
Sari
Once we were in the trees, our captors, (mine and Ayumu's,) let us go. We turned around and stared back at them, confused. Then both captors laughed. It wasn't an evil, dark laugh. It was a light, teasing laugh. Ayumu and I exchanged glances, mystified.
Then captor #1 removed his mask. He was a young man, probably around the age of 16. He had stunning golden eyes and dirty blonde hair. Captor #2 went up in a poof of smoke. And when the smoke cleared, there stood Hemu and Muri, grinning.
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