This is the story of a girl called Astrid, and it starts with a prophecy.
A prophecy of a life that is not hers but one that will be forced upon her nonetheless.But prophecy are always up to those you believed them, and Astrid didn't think further o...
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I stand, by myself, on the edge of the woods with my eyes close and my hands flat out by my side.
I use my magic to reach out to the nature around me and feel the energy pulsating through every living thing.
The whispering wind rustles the leaves, carrying with it the secrets of the ancient trees. I let my senses merge with the forest, my consciousness expanding beyond the limitations of my mortal body.
My connection to the natural world is symbiotic, a dance between my own magical essence and the heartbeat of the wilderness.
As I stand there, the energy of the forest flows through me like a river, filling me with a sense of power and belonging. The trees, towering high above, seem to sway in synchrony with my own heartbeat. I feel a deep connection to this place, as if it has always been a part of me.
I open my eyes, the world around me taking on a new vibrancy. The colours seem more vivid, the sounds crisper. I can hear the faint rustling of creatures scurrying through the undergrowth, and the distant call of a bird soaring high above.
I draw my bow taut, the familiar weight of it in my hands grounding me further into the present moment.
The wood has a smoothness worn from years of use, and the string hums with anticipation as I pull it back, aligning my arrow with my target.
A deer emerges from the underbrush, its delicate frame moving gracefully through the dappled sunlight that filters through the canopy above. Its coat shimmers with a mix of earthy browns and warm russets, blending seamlessly with the surrounding foliage.
It pauses, its ears flicking forward as it senses something amiss.
I steady my breath, my focus narrowing solely on the animal before me.
Its eyes, wide and curious, meet mine with a silent understanding.
In this moment, we are connected, two beings bound by the unspoken language of the wild.
It turns its head as if looking at something behind it which makes me focus waiver as a fawn comes bouncing out the undergrowth behind its mother.
The fawn, small and delicate, seems to float across the forest floor as it follows its mother. Its coat is a vibrant shade of chestnut, adorned with white spots that resemble stars scattered across a night sky.
