A scream filled the silent night, silencing all of the animals in the forest. Feet gracefully leaped from tree to tree, cloaked by the deep mist, and the hooded cape it had over itself, coming closer and closer to the cause of the scream. A sword was attached to the figure's belt. The chances that it would have to be used were high.
The figure suddenly stopped on one of the trees and looked down at the path below. There was a woman and her child, trapped by a pack of wisp wolves. Wisp wolves weren't average wolves. They were monsters. They had shadowy figures that could move faster and swifter then the eye could see. Their eyes literally burned with a blue flame, and they were surrounded with little floating balls of fire. Everywhere they walked was charred and everyone they bit was left with a severe burn.
The child cried in its mother's arms, which were frozen in fear. The wisp wolves silently crept forward.
The figure leapt from the tree and landed so gracefully it didn't make a sound. As the wisp wolves turned to the newcomer, it removed the sword from its sheathe. As if the creature understood the danger, one of the wisp wolves leaped at the figure. The figure was still until the last moment. It raised its sword and effortlessly cut the shadow-like creature in half. Instead of bleeding, the creature just faded away, like a cloud of sand being whisked away by the wind.
The figure turned to the other wisp wolves. One after the other they charged at the figure. As if dancing, the figure gracefully cut them down, spinning around occasionally to quickly slice down a wisp wolf attacking from the other side.
Soon the was nothing besides the figure, the mother, and her child. The figure stood facing away from the family of 2. The mother stared in away at the back of the figure.
"Y-you're the guardian spirit of the forest, aren't you?"
The figure turned its head to look at the mother who had spoken. The hood of the dark olive cloak it wore cast a dark shadow across the top half of its face. In response to the question the figure simply smiled. Then it leapt into the nearest tree, leaving the mother and child kneeling on the path alone.
As quickly as the figure came, it was gone.
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The cloaked hero
FantasyArisa's father left very long ago, leaving her alone with her mother. Very soon after Arisa's mother dies of depression, and Arisa finds herself alone in the woods, with nothing but a necklace her father had given her, and a sword from a man who die...
