the meadow of oblivion

She walked through the snowy forest, the snow pressed leaving her footprints behind. She held up her sword close to her in one hand and a gin in another. Slowly walking through the edge a voice called out, "Where do you think your going? "As fast as she heard the sound she pulled the trigger but what she saw was.....

Hi, this is my first writing. I'm a 13 year old teenager and I published this one being inspired by some of my friends who have written stories here. So, please I hope you like it !!