The
young black-haired girl ran her thumb over the leaf and the sticky red
substance coating it. Blood. She pulled its crumbling brown form from the end
of the arrow. She had hit something, but whatever that something was, it was
still stalking the woods she now roamed in.
Amalia wiped the blood from her
hand onto a cloak just as red.“Granny
bless this place, keep me alive in…” she hadn’t yet begun her description of
the tangled forest when a snap echoed behind her like the sound of china
shattering in an empty hall. Her hand gripped the arrow tightly, ready to use
its point as a weapon. Amalia waited until she was aware of a rushing wind and
a hot breath close upon her. She turned swiftly towards it, her arrow poised
for attack. She aimed for the flash of fur and teeth, but before the arrow was
displaced a centimeter, she felt her arm snap back behind her.
Amalia
almost cried out, but found it did not hurt. More than that, she found when she
looked cautiously, that the wolf had only her sleeve in its mouth…it had not
dared to bite her. It waited intently, staring at her with emerald eyes that
did not blink. Though its posture appeared aggressive, it made no move to
attack her. Amalia understood and dropped the
arrow. The wolf in turn released her torn red sleeve. “Why-“ she began,
but a low growl from the wolf’s throat silenced her. It looked beyond her, over
her shoulder at a massive shadow. Despite her cloak Amalia felt a chill run up
her spine. She caught a slight reflection in the wolf’s eyes and gasped.
There
was something much bigger, and much more evil in this wood. And it waited
behind her.
Lace A. Narrator
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