The curse— RP

Amity heard the sound of gunshots, she saw them. A whole group of them, walking through the dust their guns poised ready to attack. She looked around panicked realising that she could only go down her willow tree but that was useless, the hunters already had seen her. Jordan, it must have been Jordan who tipped them off. She stepped backwards until her back way pressed against the willow tree
 
Jordan opened his eyes and looked outside. He had overslept. A lot. That's odd. I'm always an early riser. He thought, trying to think of what had happened the day before. After he and Imogen had gotten back, Uncle hosted a dinner party, and he gave Jordan a drink with some weird herbs. 'To help with the pain,' he had said. That must have been what made me sleepy, he thought angrily. Standing up, he walked out of his bedroom. "Imogen?" He called
 

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