The Risk

15 year old Cassie Acquah doesn't realize what "risk" is until she gets herself stuck... The thing is, a board game isn't really the same as real life, so how will she survive when she gets thrown head-first into one. Well, I suppose she COULD fall in love with the troop leader, become a soldier and explore the world on horseback, but how will she ever get out?


40. What's the rush?

On the floor of the tent there was a trail of blood, some long, crimzon lines and a few baleful spots. I trudged slowly forward, following it, and realized that there was also the occasional uncovered footprint. There was a smear of blood against a cave wall, and i shuddered, thinking about her being hurt. But i stopped thinking about it. I had to find her.

I sprinted quickly through the undergrowth, batting away any loose brambles with my sword, thought they did manage to sting me a couple of times in my hurry. I say a couple, but by the end of that section in the forest, my body was covered in cuts and daubed with speckles of blood. Where was she? I followed anything I could see, even just little dips in the mud, which progressed to patches of blood, and my body shook with thoughts of her frail body running through my mind. "Cassie?" I yelled hopefully, my voice cracked and hoarse, although I expected no answer.

I slumped against a tree trunk, tired and distressed, burying my face in the palm of my hands.

"FINNICK!" I heard her voice echo through the trees, resounding off every trunk and every leaf.

My heart thudded like the monotonous beating of a drum, quickening in pace.

She was here.

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