The Red Hood and the Bad Wolf

Deep in the dark forest, among the tall birch trees that touch the inky sky and bleed a dark black color, a red hooded figure walks through the snow bank. Every step he takes crunches and leaves a trail of red. His stained red hood drops and spills its color in the white snow. The metallic stench lofts in the cold air, but no creature dares stalk this smell, only because of the creature that set their eyes first on the red hood, marking the boy as territory. Not too far back, a predator follows the red trail, hiding in the cover of darkness. Only fools would leave themselves vulnerable like this. The Red Hood is no fool.

Once Upon a Fairy's Tale #1