Chapter 7

Anfisia taps my shoulder, "Remember what I told you and you will be fine." I bob my head as we walked towards the clearing, our shadows dancing across the last few trees before. Beyond any scientific reason I could think of, the smell of pine grew stronger away from the tress, this left me dazzled and confused. Lightheaded, I look around the blurring scene, and I stand there taking it all in. Impatiently Anfisia grabs my shirt mumbling to me to remember what she said. As we move further in, the scent grows stronger but one look at the many campfires around I shrug off the pine smell. Eight warriors approach us, all dressed in black with a dark green arm band on the left sleeve. A light, blonde haired woman walks ahead, lifting her banded arm up she motions for us to stop. "Who is her?" She mutters in a think Russian tone. "Prisoner?" Anfisia smiles slightly, "Their prisoner, our navigator. Really Ana, you do not trust me?" Ana's face