Starwood

Starwood

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Hundreds of years ago an ambitious high priestess made a decision that still resonates in this day and age. She called upon the name of a vengeful goddess without realizing she doomed her own people. In the present day everybody knows that the ruins of the once mighty city Eldarith are still haunted by the thousands that died during the battle against the forces of the night. Some say the ruling King was changed in something dark that still haunts the area and the Queen was turned into a statue and can only be released by the tears of a wolf. But everybody knows those are just fairy tales to scare of the little ones, right? One day Norah and her father are hunting a stag in the woods and to their dismay they find the prints of wolves. When they finally caught up with the stag, they find it dead. Around the animal are the prints of wolves, but as far as Norah knows, wolves don't cut out the hearts of other animals. -----description will change as the story progresses, I don't want to spoil too much right now. ----
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"Who's out there?" One of the men yelled. Of course only silence met them. I remained quiet and waited for the group to start moving again. "Maybe it was just an animal." Someone whispered. The person, who I assumed was the captain of the small squad, signaled for them to walk again. They clearly showed fear as they kept going; brandishing their weapons to guard themselves with. "Two are holding lanterns. I'll tell you when you're too close to them." I heard my friend whisper in my ear. I followed the men as I picked up another branch and waited for the right time to break it. They continued to walk through the forest, turning their heads in every direction as if an animal might lunge at them and rip their throats out. I guess in a way I was going to do that. "Go back a few feet." My friend whispered. I carefully distanced myself from the group and waited. "Where is she?" I quickly snapped the stick as soon as he finished asking the question. They stopped and two soldiers raised their lanterns to shine its light in the darkness. I quickly hid behind a tree before both of them turned where I was. A low frustrated growl came from one of the men, "The girl's playing with us. She's out here following our every move." How paranoia can cloud the mind. At nine years old, Silver decided to leave her village for the forest. Since then, she's been hunted; everyday is a fight for her life, every breath she takes could be her last, but she's determined to stay alive. Her life isn't the kind anyone would want to live but she's managed to survive this long so, what's a few more years?

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