The clock goes tick and tock.
Everyone's asleep, Helia walks outside of her den. She's feeling...unwell.
Helia licks her midnight black fur. Her bright yellow, amber like eyes start to adjust to the darkness.
Thump.
Oh wait. What's that sound? Helia gets up and adjust her surroundings. Not a single piece of grass unplaced. Helia walks around, feeling uneasy, like someone just ripped the feeling of safety around her den away.
Blink.
Helia jumps, a pair of familiar, dark green, big, beady, crazy-looking eyes stare back at her.
A hand.
A dark green one.
It reaches out to grab Helia by the throat. Oh wait. That wasn't supposed to happen. The hand slowly drags Helia away from her den. Away from her friends and family.
Then...
It disappears.
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This story is not that pleasant, I must say.
I truly apologize that this chapter is so short. Maybe I just wanted to make it short. Yes, maybe I did.
You'll never know.
The Narrator
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