The boy woke up, confused as to where he was. It was dark outside, and he had difficulty seeing anything. All of a sudden, his memory returned. A flash of fire. Yelling people. Being thrown on the back of a horse. He had been kidnapped. For years, there had been a war between his tribe and the neighboring tribe. His dad, though they didn't get along very well, was the chief of their tribe. This put him, as his son, in a position of importance. Perhaps that could explain the kidnapping. He had been laid down inside a tent, presumably after they had knocked him out. The tent wasn't very large, and shadows of people outside were thrown up on the walls. It sounded like they were eating around a fire. Slowly, carefully, he peeked his head out of the tent. They were looking the other way, and he knew this was his chance. As fast as he could move, the boy took off into the woods. Seconds later, he heard shouting and knew that they were coming after him. The chase wa...
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