Realm of the Rings

Two Miniature Monsters

The forest can be a dangerous place to those who don't know their way around it. Unlike Fiona.

We start off our story as our protagonist, Fiona, aged nineteen, has her palms over her eyes and is counting. "58, 59... 60!" She jumps and begins to walk around as her hands come flying out to her sides. While she stalks around, looking for something, she doesn't see eyes from different places watching her every move.

Fiona is a pretty average teenager. Albeit parents dead and eldest of four siblings does not make her life easy. She has soft black hair, tan skin with baby blue eyes. Similar eyes to her mother's, her father once told her, then her mother got flustered and said Fiona had her father's hair, wavy, and unfortunately easy to get nots.

Anyway, back to our story. "Are you in here?" She states while peering into a old log of wood. "No... where could you be?" She says while actively ignoring the sniggers and giggles of two small children hiding beneath a table, only a single item in sight. "Are you under here?" She asks in a teasing voice looking under the table, but not a child in sight. Fiona looking away from the cabin behind her, and not seeing two children, neither a day over thirteen, sneaking up on her.

All of a sudden the young woman spins around and catches the bandits red handed! Giggles and shocked sounds erupt from the two small boys. "Look who I've found here!" and "You'll be my dinner, you two!" 's come from Fiona as she carry's them toward her cabin. 

"No, Fiona, I don't want to become dinner!" The younger one squeals, meanwhile "Fight me!" Is the only statement that comes out of the older ones mouth. When she does put them down they're in the kitchen "Go fight with your strong, big sister, Donna, Victor, I'm busy with making you food!" Fiona commands and the young boy, now named Victor, runs away to complete his new mission. Then she turns to the younger boy, "Julian, could you bring me your Auntie Amy then go help your brother battle Donna?". The even younger boy now named Julian scurries to help his big sister.

Fiona then turns towards the tabletop and finishes putting all the foods onto separate platers. Then she picks two up while another woman, far older than Fiona, fifty maybe, walks into the kitchen. This woman looks similar to her, same soft, wavy black hair, same pastel eyes but a shade of green instead of blue. As well as different... well, everything, that was all she and her Aunt had in common in physical appearance. Sometimes they were thought to be mother and daughter.

"Need some help?" Her aunt asked as she helped herself to picking up the other platers. They then walked outside and placed the food onto the table that was bare of anything but a small stuffed unicorn. "So," Aunt Amy started, sitting down on a log, "You thinkin' about going back to university soon, or are you just going to stay out here your whole life?". Fiona knew that she would dread this conversation.