Soul Healer

Soul Healer

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All dressed in black battle armor he stands on the hillside like a statue frozen in time. The only indication that he is indeed alive are his pitch black eyes scanning the horizon. For several minutes his intense eyes seem to notice every single detail in the beautiful landscape below. But it would seem what ever he is searching for, it's not there. With an impatient growl, he adjusts his sword, and starts walking towards the forest. Each stride so powerful and menacing it would send shivers of fear through any being. Scanning the forest to the right he curses, as he spots someone running. With a raised brow he mumbles "This is all we need. Where do you hide, you annoying whelp? This is not time for games." Teeth clenched, standing 7 feet tall, he seems to dominate the entire landscape with no effort at all. Observant his dark eyes stare at the running figure as it slowly but steadily approaches. He seems intrigued, unable to take his eyes off the running figure. Hidden in the dark shadows of the ancient trees, his midnight dark eyes are puzzled. "What is this?", he whispers. Slim, tall, lean muscles, the figure appears human, but definitely not male........
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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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