Fire Bull

Prologue

The night seemed to grow darker and darker as Mary Marcus ran through the woods. The night was silent for all but the heavy breathing of Mary. Mary had been running for hours non-stop with her husband. Mary ran through the trees as fast as she could. She stopped for barely a minute when she heard the low rumble of the beast. Mary got back in her feet again and started sprinting through the forest. Out of nowhere, someone jumped out in front of Mary, crashing her to the ground. It was her husband, Harold. "Come on, Mary! We must go!" Harold whisped to his fallen wife. Mary just laid there, silent, not even a breath. "Come on, Mary! Wake up!" Harold shouted shaking his wife gently. Harold put his head to her chest. Nothing. Not a breath nor heart beat. Harold started digging through Mary's scarves, crying softly. Harold reached inside one of the scarves and pulled out a frightened baby girl. The rumble came again this time much louder. Harold quickly and quietly set the baby down on the soft moss at the base of a tree. The baby started to whimper then broke out into a cry. "Shhh, my little one." Harold said as he covered the baby with the scarf. "Do not cry, little Tracy. Everything will be okay." Harold said kissing the child on the forehead tenderly.

"Do not cry my little one,

For one day the sun will come,

It will shine above the trees,

You will have a bed of soft green leaves,

Do not cry my little hen,

For we shall meet again."

Harold sang his lullaby over again until the child fell asleep. Harold walked out onto the path through the forest just as the beast arrived. Harold turned around and started running as fast as he could. Only, he was not fast enough. The beast slammed him in the back, knocking the wind out of him. Harold fell on the ground with a loud grunt. The beast walked over to Harold slowly, panting. The beast leaned over Harold and opened its powerful jaws. Harold screamed as the beast locked its jaws over his body. Harold's scream woke up the little baby sleeping in the moss. The baby opened her eyes just in time to see a giant metallic fire bull walking away from the limp bodies of her beloved parents.