Strike Me Down, But Don't Strike My Heart

Mystic would follow the so-called "Vikings" over to where her father would be located. She had been afraid ever since she had been stolen from her family, and she was afraid to do anything. She may have been spirited, but she missed her parents and siblings dearly. Tears had streamed down her face whenever she thought about them while she was sleeping that night with the foreigners whom she had never witnessed before until they dragged her off and into a new life. Hopefully, her father would be able to win her back. Without them was like dying inside, and even if she died from her captures paws, being without her family was even worse than death itself.

"Daddy! Please, I don't want to be with them! I miss you!" She cried, hanging her head low as tears dropped upon the ground, sadness was the only emotion that she was feeling at the moment. She was regretting of ever wandering off, and if her father managed to win her back, she would not care about the punishment she received, she just wished for her parents: to feel their warmth and to be happy with them once again. She even missed her siblings, a look of sadness still lingering in her eyes.