The hunteress

Chapter 1

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Walking through the black gate that once blocked my path, I took a few stop collecting enough oxygen that will be sufficient for my racing heart and energy used to carry the dead yet heavy creature. after taking a 5th stop, I heaved heavily and continued dragging the wolf harshly upon the fur as I continue with my destined journey.

Just a few miles more.

I paused looking at the sign that was embodied upon a sacred rock.

Richardson.

A man whom people's respect, wishes...... hope to become. The only person that decided to take a stand when humans were in the brink of extension,the only person that put his desires aside to help others, a selfless, respected, foolish and stupid man.

I can be proud to say the man there was my father.

Yeah I emphasis the word "was".

He's death was nothing but a huge grief - hope slowly eradicating,fear finally taking a stand...a position to place itself..... to review itself in all of our heart.

When my father kicked the bucket,people were in sorrow and pains for days,weeks, months almost years.

Ironic right,

Griefing for years, we aren't only mourning his death, No - we are mourning for ourselves knowing we will soon reach the same fate his encountered but this time.

Is knocking sooner than expected.

Deciding a new hope should be provided to our frightened dreams.

my brother had to take up the responsibility.

And I decided to train as an hunter to help him either way - providing a slight sense of hope to the feared, to protect what was once protected,to bring a any to of type security even if it's a little.

We are Richard's children right.

Selfless like him.

Dragging the wolf towards town.

I looked at the houses that placed themselves beside each other. starting from the mud made houses to the modern constructions.

"It's the huntress " i heard the pathetic attempt of a whisper filled the morning breeze.

I am the first supernatural hunter that is of a different gender.

Weird right?,

people always despise women, downgraded them, claming they always believe that they belong in the kitchen, or provide babies for the men so they can create future generations for men's selfish reasons.

That's the time they solely depends on women.

Despicable.

Well all that changed when i decided to engage. It was tough years struggling to push forward as people disagreed hell even my brother( till now), but I decided to strive forward ignoring all blasted excuses and insults thrown at me, and right now with my hard work,I am where I strived to be.

Serves them right.

Reaching my house, after my parents house was burnt to the point of no return, the people were so kind to us that they decided to build a new house for us to live in.

The house was a duplex, with worn out brown  and white paints with a tempted excuse of garden at the front of the house.

Did I say build....I mean renovate.

dropping the dead wolf in front of the worn-out door, I took a deep breath - one for my exhausted form,and two to brace myself for what is going to happen once I pass this door.