Miree ran as fast as she could. She ducked a moment before an arrow flew past where her head had been. She continued to run, but they would gain on her any moment. They were on horses, and could overtake her easily, even if she did have supernatural elfish speed.
Miree ducked through the woods, hoping to loose her pursuers in heavy brush where horses couldn't follow. She practically flew over bushes and fallen trees, but she could still hear them, they were still after her.
Miree turned a sharp corner and fell to her knees. They had almost gained on her. Desperately, she rolled over and crawled into a hollow log. She needed to only hide, and perhaps those who were after her would ride past.
Miree tried not to breathe too hard; she tried to be silent and still as the horses rode past. The hooves of the horses were only inches from her face. Miree tried not to be afraid, she believed they could smell her fear.
After what seemed like hours, the horses were past, and the forest was still. Unsure if she could trust the calm, Miree waited in the log for a few more minutes. When nothing alarming happened, she allowed herself to crawl out of her hiding place.
They were gone, truly gone. Miree couldn't believe her good luck. Thankfully, she fingered her necklace. It was a simple gold chain with a charm at the end. Miree's mother had told her it was good luck.
Now, Miree was inclined to doubt the luckiness of the charm, because all her problems had started after she had found the cursed thing, but Miree always believed her mother, and the advice hadn't steered her wrong yet, so Miree continued to always wear the necklace.
And she had, after all, escaped from her pursuers.
Confidently, Miree stepped away from the log, and felt the ground give way underneath her.

Miree's head was pounding when she woke up. She looked around herself, wondering where she was. It looked like some sort of cavern, and the circle of light that was the hole she had fallen through was many feet above Miree's head. The fall may have killed a human, but it was nothing to an elf, or even a half- elf.
Miree took in her surroundings. The walls were a perfect circle around her, and they were too steep to climb to the top. To Miree's right, a tunnel opened. It was low, and Miree couldn't walk through it upright.
Miree didn't see any choice in the matter. She may as while explore the tunnel to see if she could escape through it.
There was no light other than the sunlight in the cavern Miree had fallen in to, and after she had crawled a few feet, Miree couldn't see that. Luckily, with the elfin blood in her veins, she could see without light.
Miree's mother was human, and her father was an elf. Miree had never known her father, and she didn't know what had happened to him. Her mother had never said if he had left, or died, or if he'd even been any more than a one night stand.
Miree didn't know much about elfish tradition. She had never even seen a pure- blood elf, and she was the only person in her village with elfish blood, which only added to the mystery of who her father had been. She had no siblings or half siblings, on her mother's side.
Miree had grown up in her village and before now had never left. For the most part, she had been accepted by the village children, who instead of alienating her because of her pointed ears and super human abilities had accepted her as someone different and interesting, but a friend nontheless.
When Miree had been young, she had realized how truly different she was from the other children. Not only could she see in the dark, she could run faster than the horses in the village, but then again, the horses in the village were bred to pull the plow and weren't very fast, as horses go.
At an early age, Miree had discovered she could sing in an unearthly voice, and enchant others with her siren voice.
When she was a child, Miree had used the gift to convince her mother to give her gifts, and to avoid being punished when she misbehaved. When Miree was older and began to notice boys, she had discovered that her singing was incredibly helpful in the art of seduction.
Only a few weeks ago, Miree had found the charm buried in the mud next to a creek. She and her friends had been having a contest to see who could make a stone skip the most when Miree had found it. She had instantly realized it was too perfectly round and smooth to be a rock.
After cleaning it off, Miree had found that the thing she had discovered was some sort of charm. It was a perfect sphere, and it was blue in color. When Miree had found it, she had sensed there was something special about it, and she had kept it.
Miree's mother had thought the charm was lovely, and she had found a necklace that had belonged to the family for years. Oddly enough, there was an empty clasp on the necklace that had fitted the charm perfectly.
"You see, the charm is meant to bring you luck," Miree's mother had said. "Why else would it fit my necklace so perfectly?"
Since then, Miree had always worn the necklace. She didn't believe in luck, but she knew it made her mother happy when she wore the necklace, and so she did it for her.
One day, Miree had been gathering wood in the forest for a fire, when seven horsemen had burst through the trees. They'd all been wearing cloaks that hid their faces, and the cloaks had been deep green, brown, and black so that they were camouflaged.
One of the horsemen had grabbed Miree by the back of her dress, and thrown her on to the horse. Not knowing what was happening, Miree had screamed for help, but none had come.
More horsemen had joined the group within a few minutes, and Miree had been terrified of what would happen. She'd spent the entire day slung over the back of the horse as they'd ridden away.
At sunset, the horsemen had stopped for the night. Now, there were nearly twenty of them, and five guarded Miree, as if she could fight off even one of them.
Luckily for Miree, they had underestimated her. Perhaps they thought she didn't know how to use her elfin powers, or maybe they'd thought she would be too afraid to use them.
What ever the case, Miree had known exactly what to do once the camp was set and some of the men had gone to sleep.
Watching the men carefully to make sure none realized what she was doing, Miree had begun to hum a song. Once again, she was using the song gift.
As the horsemen, who still were wearing their concealing cloaks, listened, they began to drift off to sleep.
Once Miree was sure all the men were asleep, she had slipped away from the camp, and ran into the night. It wasn't until morning that the horsemen came back after her.