July 25th 2013

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July 25th 2013

The strong scent of earthy tones, cinder and even a little of bacon woke me up…actually the scent of bacon was stronger this morning. Is that even possible? Maybe it was just my imagination because it was not even dawn. As soon as it was first light I jumped out of the safety of my tree. A 30 foot drop, a normal human would have died or at least seriously injured themselves. For me though it was just a small drop that my beastly reflexes took in an easy stride. My small back pack jingled slightly…annoying me because I needed to move quietly. I inhaled deeply, breathing in his scent. He was here no long ago. I sniffed again and then started to run. I barely made a noise thanks to my beastly reflexes. I brushed passed a huge bolder, his scent became stronger; I could hear his heart beating and muscles flexing. Instinctively I jumped back behind the bolder.

                I wasn’t sure what to do. Tons of questions came rushing in my mind. Leaving me trying to find answers for them all. If I talked to him would I scare him? Would he attack me? Should I attack him back? Should I say hi? Should I stand with my hands up? I was going insane. I needed to contact him, but what if he was a solider sent up this bloody mountain to kill me. Wasn’t that completely possible. Was it totally insane for me to think that my father had people follow me… my scent. That he sent them to bring me back, or even kill me? Normal girls shouldn’t think this about their fathers… Of course as I have come to terms with the fact; I am not normal.

                I stood there watching the strange man for hours. His movement’s slow but alert.  Waiting to see if others joined him or if he was alone. Hour after hour passed and I could see that he was alone. No one came to the base of his mountain cave to join him.  I started to get nervous and jumpy it had been weeks since I have had any human contact. I wasn’t sure what to do. I contemplated just walking up and saying “hi” …. Would that be weird?

This is it. I have decided that I am going to speak to him!

Z

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