The Lost Heir

Chapter 2

A/N- the beast of the forest. I know. He looks more like a demon than a beast. But I have a reason for that.

Raven's POV

I felt paralyzed. Be it in fear or in awe of the creature I didn't know. I slowly stood up and backed away. In my retreat, I stepped on twigs, gaining the creature's attention. His massive head turned to me, his crimson eyes boring into mine. As his gaze locked in on mine, I realized I'm not scared. I should be. But I'm not.

I don't know what possessed me, but I walked closer to him. He roared at me but I ignored him. He watched me, his eyes followed me as I closed the distance between us. I stopped directly under him. Reaching out, I tried to touch him.

He suddenly grabbed me, his massive hand encircling around my frame. The pad of his large finger pressed down on my neck, his sharp claw like nail digging into my face. I smiled and closed my eyes. Here it comes. The death I have been waiting for. I felt the bones in my neck snapping as he pushed my neck back before it stopped. The pressure on my neck had disappeared. The tightness of his palm loosened.

Opening my eyes I saw the beast was staring at me with a curious expression on his face, his head tilted to the side. I couldn't help myself. I laughed. The sight was so hilarious. The beast suddenly dropped me like I was a disease he didn't want to catch. The thing is, when he grabbed me, he lifted me almost thirty feet in the air. So when he dropped me, I was falling from that height. I didn't scream though.

Instead I closed my eyes, opened my arms and just fell. The wind rushed in my ears as I got closer and closer to the ground. This is it. Finally. I let a small smile form on my lips. But the impact of the ground never came. Instead what I hit was hot and hard, like molten rock.

Grunting in pain, I opened my eyes. The crimson eyes of the beast was staring down at me in wonder. What I believe to be his brows, were knitted in confusion. Sitting up, I fixed my dress.

"Why do you look content with death little girl?" I heard a deep, heavy rumbling echo above me.

Who just said that? Am I imagining things now?

"Answer me girl." The voice said again.

Looking up, I realized it was the beast that was speaking to me. The. Beast. Was. Speaking. To. Me. Reality hit with that one. Before I knew it, I screamed. The beast closed his hand around me almost squashing me in the process. But it did stop my screaming. You would think he would be use to all the screaming by now.

"Please just shut the hell up kid!" He shouted the words.

He opened his hand. I was actually shivering. Be it in fear or the cold, I don't know. But I am only six. So cut me a little slack here.

"You can talk?" I asked the obvious.

I think I saw his crimson eyes roll in their sockets. If that was even possible. He dropped down, his heavy weight shaking the forest. Some birds flew from their nest in terror. He brought his knee up and set me down on it.

"Now little girl. Answer me. Why do you accept death willingly?" He asked again. His hot breath fanned across my face. It warmed my cold body.

I looked away. I didn't know how to answer. Or rather I didn't want to answer. And it seems like the beast wasn't a patient creature. He poked me in my stomach gaining my attention.

I turned my attention back to the beast. "I hate being alive. I have no parents. And no one would miss me if I was to die. Everyday the villagers hurt me. I'm a freak to them. Do you not see me? My appearance is different from theirs so I'm abused because of it. Even tonight they beat me for stealing food from the priest, which I didn't even stole. So i was beaten for something I didn't even do. I'm sure tomorrow they would find something else to blame me for. It will never change.