Chapter 1
Zara, Marcus, Yasmin and Dara were still thinking.
Stranger or death?
What will it be, they thought.
"You basically have no choice, they'll come for you." The motorbiker said, voice still distorted.
They were right. They rushed over to the motorbike, were given helmets of many colours, Dara, at once took the pink one saying it matched her wellies.
"Good choice, you're smart kids." They said as they drove off. The children holding on for dear life.
The wind went in their face but it didn't feel like a smack. More like a hug. They drove for many hours, making Dara fall asleep and Yasmin, trying to hold her, trying not to make her fall.
"So," asked Zara, "Where are we going?"
No answer.
Silence.
They were now on an unfamiliar road. Well, it wasn't 100% a road, it was too bumpy to be a road. All four kids started shaking. Dara woke up at once. The 'road' was brown with many stones. They saw as the motorbiker didn't shake. Clearly they were used to this 'road'.
Then they stopped at once. It was so sudden that the four siblings had to make sure they didn't fall off. The motorbiker then got off the motorbike and then said "Follow me. No questions. Be quiet."
Still distorted.
Still.
The kids took off their helmets and then got off the motorbike. They followed the motorbiker, not sure if they were going to kill, save or much worse.
They then stopped at a bush. "Why did we stop?" Asked Marcus.
Then the motorbiker then said to the bush "S’ouvrir."
The bush then twirled around until it turned into a door.
"Get in, they'll never find you here."
They all had no choice but to go in. "Are you coming with us?" Asked Zara.
"I am, surely that's obvious. Somebody wants to meet to all."
Once they were all in, the motorbiker then shut the door and then said "Ferme le."
The door then vanished, like wrinkles after an anti-aging cream that actually works.
"Follow me, we'll get you something to eat, trust us." They said as they walked off, expecting them to follow them. Luckily the kids did, but they were whispering as well.
Zara: Do not eat the food.
Dara: But I'm hungry.
Yasmin: Me too.
Marcus: Will you stop thinking about food Yasmin?
Zara: Look, Marcus will take the first bite.
Marcus: Why me?
Zara: Because you're the eldest.
Marcus: Only by 3 years!
Zara: Your point?
Marcus: You have those dreams, you'll know if it's poisoned or not.
Zara: I don't dream about the future, it's the past dummy.
Marcus: Sorry.
Zara: Yasmin, Dara, who should have the first bite?
Yasmin: Me!
Dara: Yasmin.
Zara: But she's only eight.
Yasmin: But I'm hungry.
Dara: The votes have spoken!
The older two then sighed. Dara was right, the votes have spoken. Then the motorbiker then opened the door and then said "Sit down and come in."
