chapter 3

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Years later

*A rabbit was hopping around when it flew in to the air it moved desperately to get free but to no avail it's legs got trapped in a snare, out of the bushes came Mirabel with a primitive knife made out of stone from the bushes and stabbed the bunny in the chest right in the heart giving it a quick kill the rabbit gave a quick yell feeling the knife go to it's heart but soon it turned cold*

Mirabel:.....

*The little mariposa just looked at the bunny that was slowly twitching the remainder of his energy, with glassed over eyes no longer did she cry over a dead animal she's gotten desensitized and with no one to talk do stopped talking all together, Mirabel release the rabbit putting it over her shoulder as she out the snare trap back in place, Mirabel turned around her eyes squinting at the harsh sunlight as she saw the sun begining to set she started walking at a fast pace back to her home in the lake even after years she still hides in the night as to hide from the big predators that hide in the shadows, her walk was interrupted by the sound of a tree branch being broken making her flinch and instantly turn around to see the shining eyes of a more powerful predator then her, out of the shadow came a growling wolf who smelled the blood form the rabbit in Mirabel's shoulder*

Mirabel:easy girl.....

*Mirabel said her first word after so long as the wolf started to make her way to Mirabel she walked back grabbing a rock from her pocket she threw it the wolf hitting it in the head making the beast yelp and run away, Mirabel stood there for a moment her mind collecting what just happened then she began to give out a bitter and harsh chuckle*

Mirabel:does a dangerous killing machine yelp like a little girl eh vieja chancluda?

*Mirabel said talking of her grandmother who threw her here to die probably to get eaten by the same damn wolves that Mirabel now saw as no threat, something that will come to bite her later on, but for now she continued her walk*

Night time

*Mirabel made it up a hill she sighed sitting down leaning her head against a log as she looked at the forest she now called home*

*Mirabel made it up a hill she sighed sitting down leaning her head against a log as she looked at the forest she now called home*

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Mirabel"took too long to hunt, i need to get better at hunting.... Not to mention my gardening is shit my plant collection is crap and...*

*Before Mirabel could continue to wallow in self pity she heard something breaking sadly for her it was the log she was resting her head on, the log was old and rotten as it broke Mirabel quickly got up at the sound of buzzing she looked and the log was hiding a bee's nest*

Mirabel:of course....

*Mirabel mumbled to herself before she ran downhill away from the bees caught up to her and stung her making trip and Make the rest of the flight down rolling down protecting her head with her arms getting multiple cuts and bruises as she made it down she didn't get time to relax and let the pain of her injuries get to her as the bees were still coming and stinging her she got up quickly and kept running almost limbing holding the rabbit for dear life since it was her only food in days she made it to a river and jumped in hiding from the bees inside the water after a bit the bees left and Mirabel came out taking big breath of air, she swam to dry land coughing up water as she almost leaned against the tree first making sure it was good by giving it a few hits once she was sure she leaned against it hugging herself trembling of coldness she took off her old clothes that are now basically rags and put it on a branch out to dry as she painstakingly took out the bee stingers one by one after a bit she got up and looked around praying hoping for a break and thankfully she was gifted by a break finding what she was looking for*

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