The Huntress

Hunter was a sweet girl, at the age of 7. So sweet, and kind and as soft as sugar.
Until she hit 17. Something changed. She got violent, predatory, quiet, stealthy, hidden. It scared her loved ones, if she even could love anymore. It was a line that she did not want to cross so she remained far away from it. Her blue eyes looked like the bottom of the ocean, with dangerous creatures within it, and the scar made it worse.
At 26, she was walking through a forest, a bow in her hand, she saw something tall and dark. It looked inhuman but that didn't matter to her, all she saw was good game and a fancy skull to keep on her wall. Little did she know that firing an arrow at it would put her in danger, and a world she never knew existed.