Twigs snapped, bushes parted, and a slew of creatures spilled into view.

They were short, ugly things, standing two to three feet high, with knobby yellow-green skin and bulbous noses. Their ears were large and pointed. They wore tattered clothing and carried bone-tipped spears in yellow claws. Their faces were mean and cruel, with beady eyes and mouths full of broken, jagged teeth.

Apparently, that was the wrong hiding spot. For a moment, they stopped, blinking in surprise. Then the whole pack of them screeched and swarmed forward, jabbing at her with their spears.

"What is it? What is it?" snarled one. Laughter and jeers filled the air as they surrounded her.

"Its an elf," hissed another, giving her a toothy leer. "An elf what lost its ears, maybe."

"No, a goat-girl," cried yet a third. "Good eatin, them."

"She aint no goat, cretin! Lookit, she aint got no 'ooves!"

"I-I don't want to hurt anyone." She said putting her hands up.

"Take 'er to the chief," someone suggested at last. "The chiefll know what she is, and if shes safe to eat."

"Right! The chiefll know!"

A couple of them rushed her from behind, dealing blows to the backs of her knees

She lost her balance and fell to the ground.
'Why is everyone here so violent...' She asked herself.

Blows rained down on her. Then something struck her behind the head,

She got knocked out cold.

When she woke, she was in a sitting position, and something that felt like broom handles pressed uncomfortably into her back.

Amelia slowly opened her eyes, then quickly held the back of her head. She had throbbing pain, almost like a headache.
She could feel the thing at her back, bit she payed attention to the pain in her head

She was in a cage. A very small cage, made of branches lashed together with leather bindings. There was barely enough room for her to raise her head, and when she moved, something sharp poked her in the arm. Many of the branches were covered in thorns about an inch long.

Beyond the bars, several mud huts sat in no particular arrangement around a large fire pit. The squat, ugly little creatures scampered to and fro around the camp, fighting, arguing, or gnawing on bones. A group of them sat around her backpack, pulling things out one by one.

She had clothes, her phone, her hairbrush, ect. In her backpack. Like basic things you'd take to a sleepover or camping trip.

Amelia didn't say anything, she knew nothing about the creatures and she didn't want to provoke them.