She was running, running like her life depended on it, And it probably did. Her light brown hair was tied up in a bun on her head so it wouldn't get in the way, her blue eyes were fixed on the forest in front of her, and her beige colored cloak flapping behind her.
For how long was she running? She didn't know . One thing she did know, was that she needed to keep running. Running so the orcs wouldn't catch her.
You see , this young girl was for a little village ,or tribe as they like to call it, of Skin-changers, fox skin-changer to exact. A few years ago a pack of Orcs attacked her small village in the mountain. They destroyed and burned everything. They captured or killed everyone she know. she, herself ,had just barely escaped with her life and now was on the run.
She looked over her shoulder and saw that the horrid , and ugly creatures that called themselves Orcs, were no longer following her. She allowed herself to slow down to a walk. She walked around the forest for a little while until she stumbled upon the small river.
" es ist eine weile her, seit ich ein bad hatte (it's been a while since i had a bath) " she thought to herself.
She quickly got undressed , and got in the water .The water was soothing on her bruised and scarred body. She hissed and growled in the wound on her left side stinking little. She slowly started to wash of the dirt and blood from her body.
Suddenly , she heard the cracking of a brench from behind her. She growled and turned her head , and look at the forest behind her. She didn't see anything at first. Not trusting the creatures in the forest. She got out of the water , wincing a little , and quickly got dressed. A other brench cracked , she looked at the forest again. Someone was there , hiding.
"Ich kenne dich da (I know that your there) , i can hear you breaving . Zeige dich (Show yourself) or i will come an find you and it going to end badly for you !! "
" now, now. No need for violence, my child. I am no threat to you."
From out of behind a tree came out a man. He was about 5'6/5'7. He wore black boots , long grey robes , a grey scarf , and a big blue-ish pointy hat on his head. His long white hair, his sweeping silver beard, and his broad shoulders , made him look like some wise king of ancient legend. In his left hand he held a staff.
"Wer bist du ?( Who are you ?) And what do you want? "
" My name is Gandalf the Grey, I am a wizard , and as for what i want, well i just want to help you. That wound of yours seems really bad." he told her kindly.
"You.. want to help.. me ? Just help ? Nothing else ?" she ask.
"Just help nothing else " he said with a kind smile.
She thought for a seconde. This wizard wanted to help her. Why? She looked down at her wound, it was still bleeding, and made up her mind.
" ok , I accept your help. But any funny business i dont like and your good as dood(dead)"she said and narrowed her eyes at him.
" fair enough " he replayed shrugging a little, and he cautiously moved towards her so not to alarme her." Tell me, what is your name ?"
The girl looked at him for a few seconds then replayed " My name is Helfer, Helfer Fuchs . "
Gandalf nodded his head "do you need help with that?" he pointed to my side where my injury was.
A/N:
Helfer fuchs : helper fox
Hi so in this story im going to use german as Helfer's first language. Im not really good in german so sorry if make any mistakes. And my English isn't the best either
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