The Tribe of the Dark Arts

Stelon agreed. What a fool she was to have so.
And Imera? Never said a word, but does it matter? She was following them to the road way back to Larkin's castle.
What about the prophecy? Was that supposed to be considered seriously? Miraye wasn't sure, yet something inside her bothered the very thought. Seryale had abilities to read the future, but they were extremely limited. She hadn't recieved this gift of prophecy, but there were those side effects after he had transmitted his blood into her veins. The ability to sense what's going on to a particular person, even though they may be far away. She could feel exactly what they felt; emotional and physical. There was something going on with Tic and Larkin. She shuddered to think if she dared to question of what happened.
But death? Only time was to foretell.
One thing had popped into her head, though. Rape. Who knows how sick Larkin the Shrike was? She dared not to ponder of the possibilities. Miraye glanced behind her back, Stelon and Imera following closely behind.
"Miraye?"
She stopped. "Yes?"
"Um, how long is the journey to the castle?" Imera's voice was clearly heard.
Miraye remained silent, not daring to answer back. She forgot. Stelon repeated Imera's question. She heard, but she felt something was quite not right. The trees that surrounded them seemed slightly more eerie than usual.
"Miraye!"
"Shut it."
"I just wanted to know-"
"Shh!"
It was silent. No wind, no movement. The only things that were natural in the surroundings were their breathing. Miraye turned her head to the left, and crouched slightly. She picked up some dirt and threw it at the bushes nearby. Rustling. More rustling. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the faint sounds. Something speeding towards them. Faster, faster, faster... and then-
"DUCK!"
Imera and Stelon lay on the ground, Miraye dodging a stray arrow with one step from the trees. She looked at the two. "Ambush! I suggest you two get ready to run!" They looked up at her, and another arrow shot from the trees. Miraye hunched below it, the arrow only touching strands of her hair. "Crap, I'm gonna have split ends now. Move when I tell you-"
Two more arrows shot through. This was tribal territory, it had to be. Miraye glanced around.
"NOW!"
The three girls leapt up and started to run, needing to duck and jump over stray arrows.
"Now what?! We're gonna be tribe food!" Imera cried, running wildly, "This is your fault! Why'd I have to tag along!?"
"Hey, I didn't force you into this!"
"Shut up, bitch!"
"Both of you, shut it! We're in the middle of a dilemma here!" Stelon exclaimed as they picked up their pace.
The arrows stopped. The girls caught their breath, Miraye still very conscious about the area.
"We're not out of the woods yet," she muttered.
"That's a pun, right?" Imera wheezed.
Something pierced Miraye's back, its painful blow and venom leaking into her blood. She plucked the object out. An arrow.
"Shit," she cursed, as a tribe with black robes emerged from the trees.
It was a trap.