The Shadow's Wrath Chapter 3 Joleen quickly got up and brushed herself off, seeing her brand new shirt ripped and her nice white jeans smudged with mud and dirt. Then she realized what she was doing and inwardly cursed herself out. “Caring about your clothes when you’re in danger,” she scoffed in disgust with herself. There was a rustling behind her and she whirled around, gasping in terror. Right in front of her, not fifteen feet away, was the warrior pursuing her. However, he wasn’t alone. He had four other warriors with him. All had on black, beat up armor and a black shredded cape. They all had their swords out, aimed at her heart! She tried to retreat backwards, panicking, but she tripped over a tree root that was sticking up in air. Starting to feel helpless, she started crawling away on her belly, but was stopped by the pressure of a foot on her back. Twisting on her back, gasping in terror, she looked up. The warriors had surrounded her. They had all sheathed their swords, except for one. The one still holding his sword was taller than the others. But not by much. Only about a head. He was clearly the leader and was holding a smaller sword in his other hand. More of a knife. The knife was smooth, and had a very thin blade with a sharp point. The warriors moved out of the way as the taller one approached her. Joleen started hyperventilating and tried to wiggle away, but the warriors grabbed her and held her still, causing her to panic. The leader accurately aimed his knife at her heart and stabbed swiftly. Joleen screamed in pure agony as it pierced her. She felt as if she was trapped in dry ice. The agony was that bad. The last thing she heard and remembered was a man calling her name.