CHAPTER 11 The calm before the storm.

She watched the swaying of the vines of the willow tree. Elizabeth made up her mind and kicked Fred's side to make him go closer to the lake. She stopped him next to the willow tree and she got off. Elizabeth rubbed Fred's face and moved away from him to the silent shade under the willow tree. The truck of the ancient tree was rough as she sat on the ground leaning against the trunk.

All the vines swaying around made it seem the outside world was no longer there. As if the only world that existed..... Was in the shade of the tree.

It felt pleasant sitting there underneath the tree not haveing the boiling sun beaming down onto her. The temperature was just right, Elizabeth started to relax letting her legs spread out onto the soft grass.

( It's so peaceful here....) She thought as she looked up into the thick branches of the tree. Ray's of light from the sun beaming on her face. She felt sleep naw at her eyelids, as she rested her hand on the hilt of her sword. She allowed sleep to take over without a worry in the world.

She was awoken by a gruff female voice. Her eyes shot open and she grasped the musket beneath her cape. She waited beneath the tree listening for the voice to come up once more.

Though she had an advantage she was hidden by the vines and leaves of the old willow. " Eh? What's a horse doing here." The woman's voice rang out through the clearing. Elizabeth gulped slowly standing up. Hearing heavy foot steps coming her way. Elizabeth slowly drew out the musket pointing it outwards towards the voice.

She had planned to surprise the woman, jumping out in front of her pointing the musket her father left her with at the woman. Elizabeth drew a deep breath as the footsteps stopped.

All went silent....( It's now or never!).

Elizabeth thought as she jumped out Ready to face her fate with open arms.