ASCELLA: The Untold (Untold Stories 1)

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Hungry, biting a piece of human flesh as it stares at me with eyes that aims to devour my certain peak. Its dark-colored fur dances along with the strokes of the hymns of the unscorching wind. My lips trembled as I saw it take a step or two, looking at me with rage and marking me as its prey.

I slowly rose from how my knees bent in my position, keeping the contact and sight of the famished bloodsucker. The cold have frozen the moist from my lips as it cracked, leaving short enters of blood peeping through the cracks. I tried to normalize my breathing, hearing the slow husk of the huge aggressor which lies inches away from me.

Growls. Despite the hustling wind, growls are what surrounds the place. I have two choices out of a million messy chances. It's either I stay here and wait for the night to come, I'm sure they'll be tired of being impatient or I'll turn my back and run to the woods. Praying.... praying I'll outrun them.

I tried to breathe normally but the wolves did otherwise, the stink from their flesh-tearing teeth mumbled across the freezing wind. My eyes wandered around the place, trying to maintain my angle. I raised a bow when I saw something wooden, hiding beneath the blankets of snow. I looked at the wolves one more time and produced a sigh of relief. 

"Here it goes," I told myself and softly lifted my left leg to take a step sidewards. 

I heard the wolves growl after seeing my movements, it was not too late when I realized I still had half a dozen arrows hidden in my side boot. I blinked twice before opening my palm and casting it towards the direction of where the bow was lying. It was beneath the thick blanket of snow, covering its identity as a whole. In a vast second, the bow immediately revealed itself and swung its wooden body coming to where my open palm was.

As the bow glued itself into my palm, I clutched a fist holding the bow. The wolves snarled one by one and ran to me but before they could jump and tear me open with their sharp tooth, I grabbed an arrow and enabled it with flame. Avoiding the wolves and pulling the noose of the way was a difficult move to be done in a single time. One wolf managed to catch me this time which made me fall to the ground and lie on my back.

The wolf buried its nails unto my coat but because it was razor-sharp, the wolf's nails made their way unto my skin allowing drops of blood to drop out of my body. I fired the arrows which were wrapped with flames to the wolves one by one, fire made them scared which resulted in them retreating from their attack. I stood up slowly feeling the warm exit of blood from my body. I dropped the bow and leaned on the tree with one hand, stains of wolf blood were also present on my face.

"Thank heavens they're not sharp enough to reach my organs," I uttered seeing how the wounds from my body overpowered the white colors of my skin. I chuckled knowing their nails were sharp enough to break down the leather from my coat.

I started to walk away from where the attack was, I looked for a cave and gathered some firewood, and placed it on fire to help me relieve myself from the cold. I tore a part of my sleeve to cover my wound and kept the pressure on it. The breeze made me doze off for the night, by the time I woke up, drops of water fell on my face. Seeing how the sun melted those thick bricks of ice that covered the trees was somehow fascinating after a cold battle. I looked around and something immediately caught my attention.