Frostbyte

Alexis

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I crouched in the dense brush looking for any movement. Suddenly in the clearing, a wolf emerged from the forest, and I grabbed an arrow from my quiver. Notching the slender arrow in my bow the wolf trotted to a stream, the wolf bent down to get a drink, and I aimed. As the wolf lifted its head I let the arrow fly. The arrow pierced the neck and sinks into the hide, the wolf lets out a cry and falls onto the ground, I sling my bow on the ground and drop my quiver off my shoulder, and I walk to the stream, but then a twig snaps and I spin around. I turn around looking and checking my surroundings when a hand grabs my shoulder, my own hand grabbed the other and I twisted it and I heard a cry of pain. I spun around and threw a roundhouse kick into the person's chest and they collapsed on the damp forest ground, my knee slammed on the chest all while holding the hand. " Who the hell are you? " I say through gritted teeth, the hood covering the man's face falls to the ground and my heart melts at the man's face. And then it freezes in shame, guilt, and horror. Carlos my best friend since childhood lays on the ground his jet black hair hanging in his face, his forest green eyes glint with humor and mischief and I ease away my grasp. Carlos sits up pushing me down so I land on his lap, " Jeez you're jumpy, aren't you? " Carlos asks, I blush a light red spreading over my dark complexion " Sorry but you came out of a tree and scared the s-h-i-t out of me," I say defensively. Carlos looks around the woods and then turns towards me " So we're still friends?" and at that, he pushes me toward the ground and starts tickling me. I laugh and try to grab his hands that roam around my waist and parm pits, I lick one of my fingers and then reach up to Carlos's head and plunge my finger in his ear, Carlos cringes and pins both my hands on the ground. I giggle and see Carlos looking down on me his dark skin is lit up by the fading sun and he leans down so far that I can feel his hot breath on my skin. But as soon as he gets close enough that our lips brush one another a gray ball of fur knocks Carlos to the ground, I sit up and I see the wolf from the stream wrestling with Carlos, the arrow protrudes from the fur dry blood cake to the fur and I unsheath my knife. I get up and stand trying to find an opening to stab the wolf when a pale hand takes my wrist and digs in their nails. I look up and looming over me is my Queens enemy. The General of Ice Claire Mirror