What if the fairytales, myths and legends lived in a futuristic realm?
What if Little red was the huntsman?
What if the Evil Queen was Snow White's Brother?
What if Pinocchio was a machine disguised as a boy?
The realm of Nevermoore has been shaken...
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Bianca didn't get any sleep that night...
By the time the sun rose up, she felt weakened, her thighs sore, her grip unwavering made her hand feel hardened,
The dirt road rejoined the main route to the "hunting village." At some point the woods receded into the entrance of a fertile valley, though majorly covered by red tinged trees and pines.
The bird's songs distant but secure and ever present, she forgot which song was which, but she heard crows and bluejays and cardinals off and away. The thin mist, the smell of morning dew, it was like nothing she had ever sensed before. She could recall wood's essence, wildflowers, brooks, and wet earth all around, overstimulating yet peaceful and rich.
Autum's blanket spread through the trees of the valley, it looked like one of those old pictures in the galleries of ancient palaces, an idyllic pocket of pristine forest for plenty to run through. She remembered those wild stories, reading that once long ago a wolf-thing had terrorized "Old Gevaudan" in the times before the great reckoning. And that in recent history so was "New Gevaudan."
There was a mutant half man half beast unlike none before or after. She remembered the illustrations of said thing, she remembered teeth, claws, fur, maws elongated and lethal, eyes flaring red, an expression of violent hunger spread in its face, the name of said thing "La Bête."
She had long ago dreamt running into the woods away from that thing, hiding in the trees along with a girl dressed in red, she remembered climbing a tree as the monster clawed its way up while Bianca and her friend kept climbing until they came to the last branch, were they sat hugging until she realized the girl had begun to turn into the beast driving her teeth into her neck.
A sound tear through her thoughts, a vibrating "Vrooom" spread as she turned back just to quickly motion her horse towards the tree line out of the woods.
Outside the protective embrace of the red forest a car-like vehicle reached her vision quickly loosing itself out into the village she was still yet to meet. This meant two things, either the car belonged to her brother's council, or the nobility had been informed of her disappearance from the palace, which also meant Raeb must have spoken up to them and set a prize on her head without them knowing.
Her heart sank.
She covered her mouth muffling her crying.
"Raeb... I loved you."
Tears washed off.
She tied her mount to a tree and came down from him.
The Horse may have saved her life at night by keeping her on the right track, but now she had to take on the journey herself.
Bianca took as much as she took into her backpack, the extra provisions her ring got her, the blanket, the water bottle, she took off her shoes, she felt a numbness on the base of her foot, she might have needed to rest, but right now that was a commodity she could not afford until she got to a safe place.
