Jinn & Curses

Prologue - Blood

Hello all! So this may look like my second FULL novel I've written but I actually wrote this when I was 18 so it's been a few years. I'm really not as confident about its quality as I am about my other works so I'd appreciate nice constructive criticism! Votes too if you enjoy it. Thank you and hope you like. :)

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“Keep yourselves far from envy, because it eats up and takes away good actions, like the fire that eats up and burns wood...” - Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w)

                                                    

Prologue -Blood

I scanned the long wheat grass, sneaking closer towards the unsuspecting victims.

I kept my stance low, treading lightly whilst brushing the grass to one side as a stepped through. Although I knew she couldn’t see me, if I moved too hastily, she’d hear the sound of the grass rustling or see it moving abnormally on its own.

I could hear her giggling. Another voice younger and higher in pitch, combined with hers into a cluster of cries and laughter. They were close to me. I could smell their scent.

The eldest had the faint aroma of lavender flowers from nearby fields, and the other of a recently eaten peach. The eldest came into view. Her golden-blonde waves swished about her head as she wrestled with her sister. I crouched lower, keeping my eyes focused on her.

Suddenly, there was a sharp bang followed by ominous echoes that spread high and low across the fields. There were two quiet gasps while a chorus of birds’ wings flapped vigorously away from the sound of danger. I stood up, knowing I was invisible to all.

I could see him clearly, standing firmly on the veranda of his farmhouse. His shotgun locked in his tight grip while his hunter’s eyes scanned the fields of now utter silence. There was a faint glimmer in his expression that looked like hesitation. No…worry. He was reaching old age. Somewhere between late fifties, early sixties. Perhaps his eyesight was not what it used to be and he was questioning his ability as he tried to seek out the trespassers.

The youngest began whimpering, but the other was silent. As I moved closer I saw that her dark eyes were unblinking and firm, with a slight furrow in her brow, deep in concentration. She was listening out for the farmer’s tread, whilst she put her right hand over her sister’s mouth.

The farmer moved hastily towards the fields, keeping his gun firm in his hands, his boots crunching across the dirt driveway. He whistled loudly and with a scampering of paws, two enormous sighthounds ran out the open front door onto the veranda and followed closely behind their master, barking loudly as they came.

“Oh no, not dogs!” The youngest whispered in fright.

The eldest peered up so she could see the hounds as they padded across the dirt and into the long grass; the farmer pacing just behind.

She knelt back down and let out a breath she had been holding. “They’re too fast to outrun. We gotta move,” her voice was steady and firm.

The youngest obeyed although her eyes cried out fear. The eldest put her finger to her lips looking deep into her sister’s eyes. Her sister replied with a shaky nod of her caramel-coloured head and clung to her sister’s outstretched hand. The eldest gripped her sister’s hand encouragingly and did not let go as she led them quietly away from the farmer.