Abducted, losing her memory a young woman must fight for survival and regain her memories
The Memories Of Sibele
The wagon swayed from side to side as it moved along the bumpy road. The two men sat on the wagon-seat talking in whispered conversation; as the hay-wain trundled down a narrow street on the outskirts of the city. Even this far from the centre of Gadinstow and late in the day, the streets still thronged with people. The two men steering the wagon were shabbily dressed and looked nervously around drawing one or two suspicious looks from passers-by. The wagon picked up speed as the short bearded man with the reins spurned the horse on while telling his companion to be quiet. They turned down a narrow road which lead out of the city.
She opened her eyes, laid on her back covered in hay chaff stickled her nose making want to sneeze. She felt a swaying movement guessing she was in some kind of a cart that was in motion. "Why am I in a hay cart? How did I get here? A sudden jolt made her groan her head throbbed, putting a hand on her head. Her hair felt matted sticky and wet. “What happened to me?" Raising her head through the hay, her head throbbed all the more with the effort. She inspected her hand wet with blood. Panic rose up from the pit of her stomach, threatening to overwhelm her. As a more important question came to mind. “Who am I?”