Forbidden Mark

Hell Was Too Good for You?

The trees were thick above me, and the moon shined bright and full, casting dappled shadows through the trees onto the thick green grass that I could still see even though it was dark. I didn't recognize where I was, but the forest felt familiar to me as though I'd come here every day of my life. I brushed my butt off as I stood from where I'd been sitting against a tree, and noticed that I wasn't wearing jeans.

Instead, I was wearing a sleeveless midnight blue tunic that just reached the middle of my thighs, and was slit up the sides to my hips. Underneath was dark gray-black leather leggings that were soft to the touch and extremely comfortable. My feet were covered in soft knee high black leather boots engraved on the top outer side of each boot with a navy blue moon. I had a belt resting on my hips, holding two wicked looking knives with a moon etched on each of the handles. A blue so dark it was almost black cloak was wrapped around my shoulders, barely brushing the ground, held together by a crescent moon pin. I reached up with my fingerless gloved hands and felt my hair. The top half of my thick dark blonde hair was intricately braided back away from my face, held there with a small circlet of what felt like silver wire but not exactly wire. The rest was curled and tumbled in waves down my back, gently blowing back in the soft breeze.

A sound to my left snapped me out of my dreamlike state and I turned in that direction, faster than I consciously realized I could move. My lips automatically lifted in a snarl and I dropped into a crouch, twin knives slipping out of the scabbards on my belt. I could just barely hear something crashing through the undergrowth maybe a mile away, and I sprinted off in that direction, as if something had taken over my body. Shouldn't I be running away from that sound, not towards it? Whatever it was sounded really dangerous.

I regained slight control over my body and my breath hitched as I realized how fast I was going. Trees were blurring by; I had to be going faster than any Olympic runner, I realized. My mind started to panic, and despite my protests, my body kept moving, running fluidly around trees and jumping over roots and fallen trunks. Using my hearing to guide me, I followed the creature, taking a turn whenever one was needed.

In two minutes, way less time than it should have taken, I reached the beast that had been making the sounds I'd been following. I crept up behind it, the knives held ready in my hands and my footsteps silent even though the ground was littered in dead leaves. Straight through the trees in front of me, a beast, no, a monster, I corrected myself, stood. Its matted fur and horns gleamed in front of me, and as it turned around, I instantly knew what it was. A minotaur.

"Hell was too good for you?" I snarled, my mouth moving of it's own will while my thoughts raced. I tossed the knives effortlessly, catching them in a backhanded grip.

But, minotaurs don't exist, I thought. But against my will, once again, I ran forward and grabbed its massive shoulders, still holding the knives in a backwards grip. Using them as a sort of push-off, I flipped high over its head, cutting my knives in an X. The minotaur ducked under the knives and I hissed as I turned around, my feet sliding backwards in the dirt from my momentum.

"Think you're smart do you?" I growled.

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