Meet Percabeth

Taylor

Lost

Looking around I realised none of my surroundings were familiar. I did a 360 turn to absorb the scenery around me.

I looked up, the huge tree trunks blocking my way to freedom. I couldn’t tell if it was day or night due to the long braches, which were covered in lush green leaves that kept out the bright rays of the sun. The dirt beneath my feet was moist and I suspected that it had rained a while ago. Some fresh puddles around me proved my suspicions.

I walked up to the nearest one and caught a glimpse of my reflection. I did a double take and the girl staring back at me horrified me. There she stood, aged 14, her face covered in grime and bruises. Her long dark curls knotted and looking like a birds nest. Her t-shirt ripped to shreds revealing her stick-like scratch filled arms and parts of her mid section.

I stumbled over to one of the big tree trunks. My head spinning like crazy as i stepped through one of the puddles rippling the image of me. I slid down the hard bark and tuned out the world. I liked this, only me and no worries or cares. I was in my own heaven. It was my safe place from all my problems. I smiled into my knees. Unfortunately I had to return to the harsh reality sometime and that time was now. My eyes started to water as tears streamed down my face. I began to pray, i didn’t want to die now. I was too young, right?

Please help me. I don’t deserve to die, somebody, anybody?

I lifted my head tear stains added to the dirt on my face. I probably looked terrifying.

Suddenly the sound of crunching leaves hit my ears. I wasn’t alone. My remaining senses perked up.

I directed my head to the noise; hope filled my dark, dull, cold blue eyes. But the smile that had formed on my face immediately turned into a frown.

I could faintly make out a figure winding itself through the maze of tree trunks, in the gloom. The figure coming closer until I could see it properly. His body covered by a long black cloak. His facial features hidden from sight by a hood. His hands disappearing into the pockets of his cloak.

He stared at me and even if I couldn’t see his eyes I could feel them staring me down.

“Please help me” I whispered. He ignored me and continued forward. A few feet away from me he contracted his hands with a small blade in each of them.

I gasped. He was going to kill me. I stumbled up almost tripping over my own feet.

5 feet away, 4, he was getting closer. I was frozen in fear. Move legs I screamed at my feet.

Suddenly feeling returned to my legs and I wasted no time to bolt. I ran as fast as I could while I was frightened as hell and weaving myself in and out of the trees.

After running for ten minutes I spotted a clearing up ahead. My legs ached terribly and i needed to stop and take a breather.

I took five seconds to look behind me which was a huge mistake. I didn’t spot the large rock sitting in my way waiting for a victim to trip over it. And I did exactly what it wanted. I tripped too exhausted to get up.

I didn’t even know how I got into this forest but now the tall trees and my bloodied foot were the last things I was going to see.

Then the assassin appeared out from behind a tree.

“The victim is always allowed to regard their killer before being murdered” he said in a deep voice.

His hands trailed to his hood as he pulled it down. He had black dishevelled hair, bright green knowledge filled eyes and tanned skin. I would’ve thought him as handsome if he wasn’t my murderer.

He lifted his hands up and brought down the twin daggers at my head. I shut my eyes and gulped.

“TAYLOR” someone shouted.

I was jolted awake to find my best friend Abigail’s face looking down at me, her eyes filled with concern. That’s when I realised I was in my bed. That was only a dream.

I pulled Abi into a hug and she didn’t hesitate to return the gesture. I was safe.

AN i had more to put in but i had to keep it at a max of 750 words and no the assassin isnt Percy. and this is really important can you please comment on what you think.