After Mist, came Frost .
She will fall, as through the haze, comes frozen dark .
Evil is on the loose. The land of fantasy seethes into peril. And Hazel is their only hope. Meanwhile, Cedron must fight his own battles and Red must face demons of...
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Her foot tapped against the ground impatiently.
" Ma , could you please hurry up ?" she shouted out. Ma came running to her with a basket. She snatched it away from her hands.
" Give this to granny." Ma said, "Take care , dear and beware of the ...."
" I know !" she cried out, scuttling away.
The brook flowed with agility, touching rocks as it passed by.
She carefully positioned her foot on the edgy surface, leaping from one rock to another. Losing her balance was hardly a threat, because the exercise had become as normal to her as walking on plain ground.
She hurried past the merry forget me nots and halted in the middle of the field, inspecting her surroundings with keen eyes.
" I know you are here." she said, a sly smile forming across her face, " Come out , Wolf. Game over."
She heard stealthy footsteps behind her and turned immediately. "Caught you !"she cried out.
There was a tap on her shoulder. She turned.
A pair of dark eyes gazed at her. The chestnut haired boy smirked.
" You never can." he said.
She gritted her teeth."How about a race, huh ?"
" You'll lose." he sneered.
" Nah."
" Sure then." he shrugged. They took their positions and glanced at each other.
" Ready." she said.
" Set." he grinned at her.
And they both set off. Neither waited for the 'go', for they already knew that the other wouldn't.
" Get ready to bite the dust , Theo Wolf !"
" Same to you, Red Hood !" he yelled out .
Their laughter was filled with the spirit of youth.
Darkness had fallen early that day. Clouds huddled together to bring purplish night to the woods. An abnormally large full moon shone in the sky. The wolves howled ominously.
A pang of relief coursed through her, as she spotted her grandmother's homely cottage, through the fog. She ran up to it, as fast as she could and knocked on the door.
There was no answer. This was unusual. She banged the door knob against the door, furiously.
" Granny, its me ! Red !" she called out. She was greeted with silence. She peeked through the window.
