Bonnie felt like she was falling for ages, when in reality she was falling for a matter of second, she opened her eyes to find herself laying on the grass, her camouflaged eyes focusing on the brightly blue sky, her mind was foggy but her senses were on wide alert, as if a lightning had hit her, Bonnie jumped to the heels of her feet and looked around to try and see the thief that had taken her most precious belonging, seeing no one she decided to walk back the trail.

As she walked back she began to get more and more confused as she saw no street only wilderness, that's when she heard the warning bells in her head, walking around trying to find a road as she did so gunshots and gunpowder filled the air making the ginger jump and  look around trying to think of a plausible explanation.

Her apparent cocoa brown eyes instantly found men dressed in red coats running, not knowing if they were good or bad Bonnie decided to start running, seeing a perfect place to hide she jumped, landing perfectly even though she was in heels, and looked at the place where she had seen the red coats run only to find a group of men wearing kilts making raise a brow while smirking at the though of the men catching a lot of cold during winter in their south zones, she saw one of them turn around and shout something in Gaelic before firing his gun.

In her mind she actually thought that she was in some kind of weird dream that somehow involved men wearing kilts firing weapons at the men in red coat who were firing back, and sure on her birthday that happened but not with live ammunition, suddenly one of the red coats looked at her and fired at her, instantly for protection Bonnie raised her hands and the bullet hit the invisible shield she had created, the bullet then quickly flew back towards the tree next to the man who had just fired his gun at her as she took this chance to turn around and start sprinting once more.

Effectively dodging any tree branches and bullets that were either in her way or heading her way, her feet carried her not too far away from where she had been hiding when she came across a man crouching down by the river bed, resting or drinking water, Bonnie didn't know which one. Gasping for air she looked at the man while he looked at her too, standing up and picking up his sword, the man looked her up and down in a way that sent a not so good chill down the ginger's spine.

"Who the hell are you?" She questioned, angry that the man had the audacity to look at her as if she was a street woman, not that she didn't respect them, which she did, but she simply didn't agree with their way of living or their job choices, "I'm Jonathan Randall, esquire. Captain of his majesty's eighth dragoons. At your service." the man said, still looking at Bonnie as if she was a steak and he was a hound, Bonnie's mind had quickly flown back to the day that she had been studying Scotland's history more intensely with the Reverend in his house in Inverness.

Alarm and shock covered her features as she quickly dashed away from him, Jonathan Randall raised a brow at her actions but instantly followed her, pinning her to a wall of dirt with his sword to her neck, Bonnie gasped and pushed the sword away from her trying to run the opposite direction only to find the sword against her neck once more, "Who are you?" Jonathan questioned angrily, "Who do you think you are to have a sword pointed at my neck?" Bonnie all but glared moving her head forward making her forehead connect with the Captain of Dragoon's nose where a sicking crack was heard instantly.

Randall groaned but gripped Bonnie's bun of hair before spitting the blood that had filled his mouth onto the ground "You'll be well advised to tell me exactly who you are and why you are here. Madam, you will find my patience is not infinite." he told her with fire in his eyes, but Bonnie simply growled "Get off me you sick fuck!" she stomped her heeled foot on his booted one while pushing him back, "Ahh the speech of a woman but the language of a whore. I choose the whore." Randall stated as he stepped towards the ginger lass again.

Already expecting his words, Bonnie extended her hand and back handed him hard just as a man wearing a kilt jumped and tackled Randall to the ground, Bonnie couldn't help but wonder if he was rescuing her or cutting in line to have his go at her, which if it was the case she would have not problem back handing him too, although she much preferred the first. Once the man knocked off the Captain of Dragoon's, he turned to the ginger girl and extended her hand to him and said "Druid." even though Bonnie didn't understand what he had meant by that she gladly took his hand and stepped over the unconscious body.

The duo stood behind a tree where they heard the red coat troops comment something and continue running, the Scottish man was probably awaiting for Bonnie to start screaming seeing as he had reached for his dagger but instead found her looking at the body that lay on the ground with hatred in her light brown eyes, his eyes however caught a sword cut, not too deep on her neck, he went to touch it but Bonnie turned to face him saying "Leave it, it's nothing."  the Scott nodded and before he could say anything Bonnie added "Thank you for saving my life."

The man nodded, still shocked that she wasn't screaming or trying to run away from him, but instead was calm and collected, but little did he know that inside Bonnie was a turmoil of emotions, her most raw ones being anger and gratitude. The man started walking away hoping that Bonnie would follow, which much to his happiness she did, he really didn't feel like chasing the strange woman around the forest.