Alone in the woods, a young dragon slayer attempts to survive but it isn't going as well as they'd hoped, after their dragon Calypso disappeared, they refused to leave the woods they were raised, eventually after 3 three long years in the woods alone, they decided to walk a little further away from their home, it wasn't long until it was dark and they were lost, the woods surrounded by Vulcans and other things that wished to kill them. Hours passed and their magic energy was getting lower and lower, it was then that they spotted it, in the distance, a flash or lightning... again another flash, this time closer to them as if something or someone was moving towards them, it wasn't long until it was almost on top of them, then a silhouette of a man appeared from the light, it was tall and muscular as if it was man, Y/N started to panic and shot a fireball in their direction, then that was it, the last of their magic energy was drained from their body, and the world started to get darker as the figure got closer. In one last strain to open their eyes they saw the figure next to them, it was a man with blonde spiky hair, he was wearing headphones and had a scar down from his eye brow over his eye on the right hand side of his face, then their eyes closed for good.
"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?