Shautha bumped her head on the large tree branch above her head. Cold sweat dripped from her large, black, paws, and tail tip. She could only recall small portions of her reoccurring nightmare.
Every night she re-watches as her family, mother and two sisters, were dragged away by the ones in robes of purple. Leaving her most likely for the scarred, strangely twisted, hind paw.
She stood carefully onto her stronger three paws, and shook the cold moisture off of her shining black pelt. Her frost blue eyes alert in search of any signs of danger.
Then she saw it, a tall, slender, figure watching her from a large pine tree. She sighed and kicked the tree with her good hind leg.
The figure fell clumsily to the forest floor. Shautha's eyes widened in recognition. This was the start of the end, this was the deadly event that would cause the destruction and chaos that would ensue.
This was the time of the Forgottens.
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The Forgottens
FantasyIn a world where angels, demons, and humans rule, there are bound to be someone forgotten. When a strange elf meets with four creatures and tells them of a prophecy about them, they have no idea what to do. They are supposed to save the world, but e...
