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Sharai came back in focus to find her face just inches away from the dart. She tried to scream but no sound came out, only a frightened gasp. She bolted away from the danger and hid in a nearby bush.
The machine landed in a huge cloud of swirling dust, the blades on top making a sound like a giant heart beating. Several upright creatures got out, talking in some strange language.
Sharai began trembling, her throat became sickeningly dry. She gulped several times and stared around the place for Night. "Night...night, w-where are you?" She stammered quietly.
Night suddenly appeared behind Sharai, being dead quiet to avoid being detected by the creatures. However, it wasn't good enough. One leaned over the bush and pulled it back...
The creature jumped back, then got its companions to grab Sharai and shove her into a burlap sack, along with Night. Night squirmed and growled, his injured wing being bent further.
The bag was far too thick to be clawed out of, and the humans ignored Sharai's muffled cries. "Save your energy." Night said, trying to release pressure on his wing.
Sharai turned to Night "But... we have to get out!" She continued scraping at the sack which imprisoned them. After what seemed like an eternity, she lowered her claws and sighed a heavy sigh.