Feet pounding faster and faster. Platinum hair flowing and swaying against her rosey cheeks. Twigs snap underfoot and continuous shouts of men echo in the trees.
"Get 'er!"
"She's o'er 'ere!"
Her breaths are heavy and unpredicted. She turns her head and looks around. She continues running till she's faced with a problem; a cliff.
"Crap," she mournfully muttered, accidentally kicking a small stone off the edge.
"Gotcha bitch."
She slowly turned, her hands shaky. There was a man, his brown shaggy hair, rustled against his pale face. She smiled, taking a step backwards, feeling the cliff cease beneath her foot.
"No, you don't." She remarked leaning back, plummeting into the depths. Pain shoots through her whole body as she reaches the bottom. Soft cries echo around the rock valley. She strains to open her eyes and the cries get louder.
"I swear she just jumped!" He screamed running towards where she fell. He stopped, kicking rocks skipping forward. A baby sat wrapped in a blanket, crying. He slowly approached it, like it was a monster. He took the baby in his arms, she immediately stopped crying and cooed at the feeling of being warm.
"What do we do?" He said turning around. The other hunters were as shocked as he was.
"You're wife can't have children, right? Adopt the child. You never know, she might bring light into your life." An old hunter said, clapping him on the back.
The other hunters hastily agreed and fled, leaving Aaron to stand shocked looking down at the poor girl. He walked back down the path gently rocking the babe.
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She swings off the branch landing on her feet with a grunt. Her feet pound against the forest ground, the surroundings are familiar and a scary rush flows through her blood, but the blooming seven year old can't place her finger on it. She delicately held a white flower in her hand, her happiness was unquenchable. She hoped her mother would like it.
"Mama! Mama!" She yelled jumping up the stairs. She ran to the kitchen, hiding her hand behind her back. Loud stomping comes down the hall. Her unquenchable happiness soon turns to unshakable fear. The footsteps stop behind her and a cold rough hand grips her wrist, pulling her off the ground.
"I told you not to bring anymore damn flowers in the house!" He drunkenly screams, snatching the flower from her hand.
"No!" She shrieks, reaching out for the flower. He drops it to the ground, a wicked smile on his face, and stomps on it. She calls
out slamming her free fist against his chest and tries to pry her hand free. He drops her to the ground and sways to the living room falling into the arm chair and falling asleep.
She sobs on the floor, picking up the flattened flower and holding it in her small, shaking hands. Her mother shakily walks over places a hand on her shoulder. Her mother's soft tears fall on the fabric of her shirt.
"He's mean momma." She cries softly. Her mother doesn't say anything, just continues to rub circles on her back.
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A/n: This is the only book I'm going to be working on for a while, sorry if the first few chapters are a little short (aka under 1000+ words)
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What Darkness Promised
SpiritualitéThe Nordic Goddess, Freyja, lost her memories fleeing from hunters and is rebirthed as a child where she is adopted by a couple who were having problems getting pregnant, where then named her Anita.
