I'm dragged past people I've known my whole life, seeing their pained faces and looks of sorrow. I feel numb by everything, all of it going so slow until I see a familiar face looking right at me.

I catch Parker Ansons eye, his face full of shock. I look out toward him with a bitter taste in my mouth. Everything would be so different if he had only chosen me.

He pushes through the crowd harshly yelling out to me "Beatrice!" He calls out, I look to him with a blank bitter expression. "If only you had chosen me..." I say slowly so he could read my lips. He stops in his tracks from my words I'm assuming.

I look away, letting them drag me far from everything I've known. "Stop! I planned to wed her!" I look up to see Parker yelling at the guards that held me to them. "We all know you planned to wed her sister Anson, don't go spewing lies, you'll get yourself in trouble!" The guard barked at him crudely "It's not it was miscommunication!" Parker pleaded, I looked at him baffled.

To our left the town leader has walked in looking at our group questioningly "What is going on?" He asks, judging us with his eyes. The guard who spoke before speaks up again " Ansons son says he plans to wed Miss Coldwell."  Parker speaks up right as my family rushes into the clearing that has formed around us. " It was a misunderstanding sir," Parker says respectfully " Beatrice Coldwell was the one I planned to wed." He declares for all to hear, I look to see Camila broken, her face red from embarrassment or anger I'm not sure.

"Oh is that right? So you don't mind if we take Camila instead?" The town leader glares down at Parker expectantly, Camila's face turns pale all of a sudden. Mother holding her close to her chest, Parker goes to speak, but I beat him to it.

"I'll go!" Camila may be rotten, but she's still my little sister. She's family and I'd do anything for my family. Everyone looks at me, I glare up at the town leader, losing all respect I once had for him.

"Good, it's final, Beatrice Coldwell will be the Bloody Bride. Put her in the carriage." Out of nowhere I'm thrown into an inclosed carriage. My family and others, screaming out to get to me once again. Before I can say a word the door is closed with a slam.

The carriage starts moving, I get up quickly, looking through the metal bars on the door. "Beatrice!" Emmett cries out running after the carriage as it speeds up.

My heart quickens with fear "Emmett!" Tears stream down my face, pulling on the steel metal bars. No, no, please! My head falls onto the cold jail bars, hopelessly giving up as Emmett falls to the dirt. "Beatrice!!" He screams trying to get back up before Clay holds him down.

The guards come up behind them, making sure Emmett stays on the ground. I know Clay is only protecting him, if he keeps running after me. Our whole family could be in trouble.

I look to see Clay's face, staring right at me "Please forgive me..." I could read on his lips. My head felt light headed from all the tears, but I still looked out to him with love and affection. "I love you," I say soft and slow, letting him read my lips.

He looks out at me broken and defeated, something I wish I never saw on my proud and calm big brother.

Some time has passed since my brothers disappeared into the distance. My body felt so heavy up against the hard wooden door of the carriage. Like I had left it laying there all on it's own. I imagined this is what death would feel like. Cold, hard, draining, while your life slowly left you.

I began to close my eyes to sink into the dark abyss of my mind when all of a sudden a soft gentle voice fills my ears. "You should really sit down now, they threw you in here pretty hard." I turn to see a group of girls sitting along the wooden benches of the inclosed carriage.

I looked at them shocked, somehow not realizing they were all there before. The girl who spoke had light ash blonde hair and rain cloud eyes, storming with hidden depth. Her skin, fair and rich with the sun's bright radiant glow.

She patted the empty spot next to her, beckoning me to come sit. I take a moment, but do as she wants, after all there's not much I can do. "I'm Lucy Dyer." She says with a soft smile, I look at her puzzled, wondering how she could be smiling.

"Beatrice Coldwell..." I say, nodding my head to her. I'll be polite since she's being nice. "I'm sorry you were thrown in like that. Men are such bruts." She huffs looking annoyed, I feel she's trying to make simple conversation to distract herself from all of this.

"I'll say..." I'll enlighten her since I'd like to do the same. Let's kid ourselves, thinking that we're on a stroll going to who knows where. Like back in school when we'd leave to visit places for teaching us girls to be proper women.

She smiles with sadness in her eyes, I look at her not knowing what to say, when out of nowhere I hear a whimmier and a quiet sob. I look for the sounds source and find a petite girl with curly hair. Her hair is a dark golden brown with fluffy curls fanning out to her waist, like a flowing cloud protecting her small frame. Her skin is very fair and marked with many patterns of freckles.

"May lord Willow stop crying!" A girl at the very end of the bench yells aggressively at the girl named Willow. " Everyone else here isn't bawling their eyes out like babes. We're women! Act like it!" She continues glaring at her hatefully. "Oh shut it Annabeth, let her cry! We've had a traumatic day!"  A girl with warm rich caramel hair and dark deep brown eyes, that look completely black, spoke up. Her light skin complements her dark eyes, making her look more exotic.

The girl named Annabeth scoffs with disgust, well she's nice... Note to self don't talk with her. I look over to see the carmel haired girl comforting Willow.

I go to ask if she's okay before the carriage stops abruptly. It seems I'm always being interrupted by something or someone. The door to the carriage swings open revealing one of the guards. He glares at all of us with disgust, this man is really looking at us like pigs...

I bite my lip to keep my mouth shut, now that we're so far out these men could do anything to us. " Get your sorry asses out!" He yells abruptly, causing some of us to flinch. We all start moving, some of the girls holding back sobs and sniffling from it. I walk out to see already two other open carriages full of girls, they're all looking at their coaches.

The guards herd our batch of girls to the third carriage. I'm the first to enter and sit closest to the coach, I don't realize until I'm seated that the coach looks to be a young boy. I look further and stiffen, the boy has goat legs and small stubby horns atop he's head.

The other girls seem to notice as well, but some are completely looking elsewhere at the horses-

Or what I thought were horses, they look to be over grown wolves with multiple tails and ears. I couldn't get a look at their face before the carriage started moving. We're taken further into the forest, away from the guards that look at us with disgust.

We come into a clearing after losing sight of the old carriages. The fields are more vibrant with color on this side of the forest. I see flowers and plants I've never seen before and it fills me with a curious wonder.

I hear someone clear their throat for attention, I look up to see the coach. He's goat legs bare with only a shawl of some sort covering his privates. He has he's arms crossed, looking down at me with interest.

He gives me a clean happy smile, "Hello ladies!" He addresses us all, some of the girls startled from his speech. He has a bit of an accent in there and I think some thought he couldn't speak. I'm shocked.

"I know it's been a tough day for you lovely ladies, so I'll do my best to make the rest enjoyable and interesting!"  He gives us a boyish smile, he's short curls tousling with the action.

" My name is Gert, I'm known as a satyr." He says proudly, all the women looking at him puzzled. He continues to explain more to our puzzled faces " It means I am man and goat." He clears, almost all the women looking at him mortified.

"Does that mean that one of your parents was a goat?..." Willow says softly, looking at him with panicked worry.

The satyr looked at her perplexed, then out of nowhere laughed and turned away, he's shoulders shaking with laughter. "I'm sorry, but no. My parents looked like me, dear." He gives her a relaxed lopsided smile, after he's laughter stopped.

"You ladies do not need to worry. I know you'll be scared and wary of the people that live under Queen Ziva's rule. But I assure you that you'll be safe and cherished." He looks at us with a softness in he's speckled gold and warm brown eyes.

The carmel haired girl from before, who seems close with Willow speaks up. "What do you mean cherished?" She gives the satyr an angry glare, looking ready to fight if needed. This woman has guts.

The satyr looks at her with a small smile and sparkle in hes' eye. "Just how it sounds, ma' lady," he looks at all the girls. "I promise nothing bad will happen to you all. You're important to us and we want to make you happy and treat you right." I looked at him shocked, and it seems I'm not the only one either.

"Treat us right?" Lucy questions, not seeming to believe it just yet. "Yes, though me saying that doesn't mean much right now. I ask that you trust me, and if not then I ask for you to trust in yourself." I look at the satyr a little bewildered, I surely didn't expect that from him. I honestly believe that he's telling the truth, he doesn't want to hurt us.

"I believe him." I announce for everyone to hear, the women looking at me with unease. Some pure shock, others confusion.

"I just think if he wanted to hurt us and use us, he wouldn't be trying to prepare us for what's to come." I say trying to think it through, I look over at the satyr. Who looks at me in return with a warm smile. He's not a scary or ugly satyr, I honestly think he's attractive, and even other worldly. Well he is to us anyway, but if you don't consider what makes him a satyr. He would be a real charmer back in our little village town.

He looks away from me and turns to the others. "You can have faith in her words or not, it's all up to you. But I ask you to give us a try, and prepare for what's to come. Have an open mind." He says softly and continues "If anyone has questions before we reach Kroba, I'm happy to answer!"

"Kroba?" Lucy questions, tilting her head to the side. "Yes! That is the kingdom Queen Ziva rules over, and where I'll be taking you!"

I think Gert is taking us to meet Queen Ziva. I wonder what she'll be like?

"Anymore questions? No? Then off we go!" He turns so quick, grabbing the rains and yelling "Heya!" Before anyone can say anything, the carriage speeds off to a terrifying rate. But for some reason the move puts me at ease and I can't help but smile in fear and amusement at this satyr.