Competition for the broken hearted

The beginning

You quietly got up from bed and quickly got dressed, grabbing your bow and arrow along with a few
Knives, sneaking down the stairs then quietly leaving the homestead.

You looked back at the homestead as you slid the bow onto your back, the quiver
of arrows noisily rattling as you saddled up your horse.

"Shhhh"

You looked back at the arrows then mounted up onto your horse.

You silently spurred the horse and started a nice trot into the more dense part of the woods.

Spotting a doe peacefully grazing at the grass you slowly and silently slid off your horse, pulling your bow off your back and swiftly sliding an arrow onto the string as you pulled back.

You watched the doe for a few minutes then took in a deep breath to steady your aim.

Your fingers rolled off the string causing it to snap forward and release the arrow.

The arrow flew quietly through the air, making its way straight through the deers skull, instantly killing it.

You quickly pull out a knife and run over to the lifeless doe, quickly skinning it, taking what you could from it.

There was a sudden yelp and rapid hooves against some rocks then onto the stone path.

Clip-clop clip-clop

Groaning in frustration you turned around only to find yourself face to snout with a
Black bear.

'Shit'

Quickly you turn on your heels, sprinting towards the closest climb able tree; starting to climb it the angry bear swipped up at you, digging his claws into the back of your leg, ripping down. Screaming in pain you held back the tears and climbed higher; Taking refuge on a tall thick branch you looked down and watched the black bear circle around the tree, aggressively growling.

"(Y/n)?"

You shifted slightly and scowled in your sleep.

"(Y/n)!"

You sat up, instantly wincing in pain. You hissed at the sight of your bloody drenched clothes.

Wiping some tree bark off the side of your face you carefully climb down.

A sudden pain shot up through your leg and body, gasping in pain you stiffen and slip, falling out of the tree as you climbed down.

Closing your eyes ready for impact of the hard ground; opening your eyes to get one last glimpse of the tree tops you felt yourself land harshly in some warm arms.

Choking on your breath in surprise you turn your head slightly, your (e/c) eyes meeting a pair of a deep chocolate brown pair of worried eyes.

"(Y/n)! Your leg! What happened!?"

Quickly the native set you down in the grass, carefully examining your leg.

"Connor I'm fine."

You mumble then winced at his touch.

"No you are not fine."

He slides his warm hands under your back and carefully under your legs, jogging back to the homestead.

Achilles worriedly opened the homesteads front door.

"Connor! You found her, thank goodness!"

The old man quickly turned and shuffled back into the brick house.

Connor quickly running inside and setting you on the couch in front of the warm fireplace.

"Guys! Seriously I'm fine!"