Chapter Six(6)

She stared down at the figure, now lying face up in the tall grass, and bit her lip. Now that she seemed to be so close to home, she was hesitating. She knew that she should not, but it was not kind to leave Will in the grass, was it? And what if he had really fainted?
Groaning, cursing at herself, she bent down towards him once more. Grabbing one on his hands and flinging his arm over her shoulder, she attempted to stand up——as she had expected, he was to heavy to be lifted into a standing position by her. She needed to get them moving: she could hear running feet in the distance now, and someone might find them——it would be messy if they call for help. And in doing so, she needed to wake him up.

She could hit him, she supposed, and winced. Or maybe not. Maybe a loud noise that would break off his trance——she reached towards her belt. She remembered the horrible wailing, and was sure that if that couldn’t wake him up, nothing could.
But before that——she tilted her head, listening. She didn’t want to draw others in the proximity with this sound. The footsteps were fading once more, and she waited for them to vanish before bracing herself for what happens next, and touched the golden belt.