Revolution

"Come this way." His voice commanded down to her. "I can't go with you." Shiallia almost screamed out in fear. "Please trust me, Shiallia. He is getting closer." This man whispered into her ear. Shiallia watched him straighten up, and hold out his hand toward her. She continued to look up into his dark green eyes. When he smiled down to her, she felt reassured for some reason. "Quickly." He once again commanded in that deep baritone voice of his. Shiallia could no longer think, as she reached out and took his large hand, into her smaller one. "Good choice." He yanked her to him, lifting her up off her feet and disappeared into the crowd.