An Origins Story -Snow's Perspective

Chapter Two- Meeting

Me and my brothers were running wild in the dead fields, looking for something to hunt and eat as we hadn't eaten in days. The field we were in was dark and grim where magic was hard to come by, and where magic is very rare.

After 25 minuets of running we came across a corpse. Someone had already been here lately, so I decided to go explore to see what had killed the creature, I kept running until I found a hill with a lot of bushes that were just twigs and twine.
I walked up the hill to get a better look of the deathly view, but there was a hunter with his deathhound. The hunter came and attacked me with a knife! I tried to run but he ordered his hound to attack me. I was weak as I hadn't eaten, the hound bit my neck and pinned me down. And I started to bleed, I cryed out in pain. He kept slashing me with his claws and biting my neck. The hunter ordered the hound to sit by him. I was shaking in pain on the floor and the monster of a being came over and cut my stomach and stabbed my hind legs, which made me whimper and cry.

The hunter and the hound ran towards the more lively side of the forest and I attempted to howl, but it hurt too much.

After 15 minuets of struggling I finally howled loud enough for my brothers to hear. They came sprinting towards me and they looked down on me. Rollin looked down on me and said 'I'm sorry but we can't help you the wounds are too much'
Easther looked at my pathetic body and said 'we could kill you that might help'

But Rollin said goodbye and appoligised for not being there for me. I nodded slightly and they all left.

My body was going to rot here. This was the end of it all. So I accepted my fate and layed down to slowly die.