Walking silently through the woods, the group were on alert but no-one jumped out from behind the foliage as they walked deeper into the darkening forest.
After about thirty minutes they came across a small wooden shack that was covered in moss and debris making it look like an abandoned child’s fort.
Walking up, Victoria knocked once on the door, waiting a moment and then knocked again three times. The door pushed open to reveal a thin rough looking man, who’s eyes widened as he saw the warriors stood behind his daughter.
‘Vicky!’ he hissed worriedly, ‘what did you do?’ shuffling out of the door, the man bowed his head, before the group muttering, ‘please gentlemen, we don’t want any trouble, please, whatever my daughter did, she didn’t mean it, she’s just a child.’
Stepping forward,
