*four days later*
I put the fawn down near its mother. "Nice knowing you little one." I say to it as it runs off into the woods. I sigh and walk back to my hut. My life cycle: find a hurt animal. Help it. Release it. Cycle continues on and on.
Crash! I spin on my heels quickly. That noise came from the woods. I hear another crash then and ear piercing scream. I gather my skirts and run toward the woods. The woods are dense. I find myself tripping over brambles and thickets. I will not turn back. Somebody is hurt.
I hear a groan to my left and sharply turn in the direction of it. There lying in a thicket is a man. A short distance behind him is a horse. The horse is lying over top of a log. The man's arm is lying in an unnatural position. I rush over to him. He groans once again. "It's going to be okay." I whisper to him. He groans again. I lift him onto my back. On his jacket stitched in are the words "Rory Reid"
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Even Though I'm Not
Fiksi RemajaBonnie Johnston has grown up in a small town I Scotland her whole life. When she is proclaimed a witch she is forced to leave. Six years later Bonnie is still living alone in the hills of Scotland. It is not until a man of the name Rory Reid enters...
