Uncovering the Secrets of Realities

CHAPTER 2: The mystery in the woods

As the sun sets and the shadows of the trees can be seen around.

Short Raven hair swayed through the wind. Her shoes hits the ground with a loud thud, speeding through a path that has been engraved in Isolde's mind because it was used a thousand times. Clenched fists, clouded thoughts and teary eyes, not even paying attention to where she's heading, her body shivering and weakened by the events that happened earlier.
Her body went auto pilot taking Isolde the place where she gathered her other belongings.

"Going there will calm me down and collect my thoughts."
she whispers under her breath.

Arriving at her destination her weakened body collapses by the nearest tree. Vast field of grass, flowers of different colors and cliff after it.
Staring blankly at the flowers as the sun vanishes to the bottom of the cliff and a strong wind, passes over the flowers making it dance.

The beauty it holds is marvelous, like always. But that didn't stop the tears pouring down.

Wiping it off with the sleeves of her black polo. She spent an hour trying to calm herself and sat there and cried.
Letting my emotions pouring out. Pain, sorrow, and anger.
With nothing left to come back to.

Isolde was lost.

A broken and sorrowful soul.

Composed and no more tears coming out of her emerald eyes she stared at the beauty the natured offered her.
Seeing the marvelous sight of nature calming her down.
Watching the stunning sight that's in front of me the marvelous view makes her mind at ease forgetting everything that just happened.
After a few minutes, she sighed.

"I need to get out of here first thing in the morning."
She whispered to herself.

With thoughts collected and strength back.
She glanced upwards and noticed it was almost completely sun down.
As stars from the sky twinkled one by one. In the corner of her eye she noticed a hammock and back pack that she placed are still there.

Standing up to climb up to rest there for the night.
Climbing the tree was fairly easy as she had done it often in the past.
Laying down in the hammock as it sinks because of the weight.
Facing upwards an gazing at the stars beyond the leaves and tree branches.

In the stillness of the night and her chaotic mind recreating the scene of her foster parents.
Their bodies slumped into the ground, lifeless eyes, and their clothes soaked of blood.

Closing her eyes to diminish the thought out of her head.
Tears are starting to form again.
She needs to rest. Isolde needs her energy back for the travel tomorrow.

She checked the contents of the back pack that was hanging in a nearby branch to make sure she have what she needed. Inside of it are 3 set of clothes, medical kit, two small throwing knives that was given by my foster parents on her 12th birthday, water bottle and few canned food.
She had been preparing this, incase of unanticipated event happens where fleeing is the only option.
Isolde opened can for dinner, she haven't had a bite since lunch.
After eating and fixing everything laying on the hammock again to sleep which has taken her an hour to do so.
Isolde finally dozed off when something abruptly brought her back to hear senses.

Twigs snapping as a person's footsteps can be heard.

But whoever is walking is impaled on the legs because I can also hear that person limping and dragging their foot.
She lay motionless and listened.
Isolde didn't want to catch the strangers attention.
The footsteps got closer and closer and a sudden howl from the depths of the forest can be heard.

Wolves.

They are common but not in this specific area.
The person was incredibly near Isolde and it's going pass by exactly below her.
She wanted to see who it is in order to assess the situation.
Positioning herself to the side and carefully peeking at what's happening below the tree.
But with darkness surrounding her she could only spot a few things.
That includes a man dressed in a cloak over him with a hood. Dark brown pants and boots. Based on how tall and broad its shoulders are, she knew it was a man.

The man was heading towards her direction, still oblivious of her presence.
Isolde observed the cloaked guy trying to figure out who he is.
Thinking about the possible people who it can be.
Isolde's internal contemplation came into a halt as the cloaked person stop its tracks exactly below where she is.
The gusty wind blows, coldness hits her skin giving shivers.
The loud sound of gasping of air and the body of a man collapsing on the ground.