Oliver x Reader || tpn fanfiction

chapter 4 - first hunt

Y/N pov

This marks the beginning, the inception of a thrilling pursuit that sends adrenaline coursing through my veins. Perched atop the sturdy branches of my tree, uncertainty grips me as I ponder the unknown that lies ahead. I am not one to embark on a foolhardy escapade, not without sufficient information to guide my actions.

Time seems to stretch into an interminable abyss as I keenly observe every minute detail, a vigilant sentinel in the realm of shadows. The atmosphere remains eerily silent, devoid of the once enchanting melodies that now lay dormant. Only the symphony of my own breath permeates the air, a steady rhythm that keeps me grounded.

Yet, a faint disturbance shatters the tranquility, teasing my senses with its indescribable essence. It reverberates through the air, growing louder with each iteration.

Thund.

Thund.

Thund.

The crescendo of sound heralds its proximity, closing the gap between the source and myself. As the resonance becomes clearer, I discern the urgent cadence of hurried footsteps, as if the runner is being relentlessly pursued. Echoing in tandem, weighty presence trails closely behind, a harbinger of danger.

With nimble precision, I maneuver along the tree branch, positioning myself in close proximity to the fleeing figure. My limbs entwine around the wood, ensuring my concealment as I remain motionless. At last, the quarry emerges before me, a young boy, his face etched with fear. Trailing behind him, the demon glides effortlessly, a macabre spectacle of malevolence.

Unfazed by the young boy's presence, the demon leisurely stalks, its pace unmatched by the frantic strides of its prey. Sensing an opportune moment, I draw my bow, its sinew taut and ready. Without hesitation, I release the string, propelling an arrow into the thicket nearby. Its purpose is not to strike the demon, but rather to captivate its attention, a diversionary tactic.

As the boy surges forward, taken aback by my sudden intervention, I gracefully descend from my vantage point. Our paths converge, and I seize the opportunity to steady him, preventing any ill-timed commotion that could expose us to the demonic pursuer.

Meanwhile, the demon, enticed by the distraction, veers towards the disturbed undergrowth. Roughly parting the foliage with its gnarled appendages, it mutters an indistinct incantation under its breath.

In the clutches of exhaustion, the boy gasps for breath, his body heaving with the strain of his escape. Firmly holding onto him, I maintain a vice-like grip, fearful that even a stray gasp may betray our presence to the demon lurking nearby.

With unyielding determination, I shift my gaze toward the demonic entity, its sinister claw clasping my dislodged arrow. As the demon opens its mouth to speak, its gravelly voice permeates the air, its words laden with a foreboding weight.

A shiver snakes down my spine as the demon's spine-chilling voice reverberates through the air, tinged with a sinister playfulness. "Where is the little person who made that arrow?" The words slither from its lips, sending a cascade of fear cascading through my core. I realize with a sinking dread that I have unwittingly painted a target on my own back.

My eyes dart to the young companion at my side, and I instinctively bring a finger to my lips, urging him to maintain absolute silence. With an eager nod, he comprehends the gravity of the situation, his breaths shallow and measured. Together, we hunker down, our stillness a testament to our desperate bid for concealment, our ears attuned to the words of the malevolent being below.

The demon paces back and forth, a predator stalking its prey, its footsteps heavy and deliberate. An unsettling certainty takes root within me—no matter its current objective, the demon must not cast its gaze upwards. My fingers remain poised on my bow, prepared to strike in an instant should the need arise. Yet, my heart pounds with the realization that our precarious sanctuary may soon be discovered.