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By: Somebody

CHAPTER 1

The soft glowing moon washed over the skinny bare trees. The glorious crescent moon soaked up the dim eerie fade of the sunburned ground and shingled the forest with an eye-blinding beam of light. The pale bark of the trees stood like soldiers on the military grounds, marching to the strong beat that vibrates the pavement floor. Suddenly, the clouds began to close in and the moon was being attacked. The moon was locked up and the clouds began to take over. They were playing hopscotch. Thunder boomed. Lightning cracked like a new born chick. The clouds sobbed and poured their buckets of cool crisp dozing water onto the once pure and peaceful wilderness.

The trees shook violently and it felt as if the world did too. Thunder blared loudly and lightning struck, resulting in a burning tree of ash. The tree branches clashed and new born twigs snapped. The tempest’s anger popped. Demolishing. Sabotage. Fresh spring bushes brown and burning. Flowers? Caked in mud and flecked with the smell of blushing smoke. I had two choices, stay and be chomped up and bathed in a lake of rain and mud, or run. My head told me to stay, but my common sense told me to flee. I fled. Running against the wind. Twigs scraping against my skin. Blood drips down my face and I know I must look like a wreck. I continue running at a brisk pace. The warm but shivering air around me, I stop and take a break against a tree and catch my breath. I puff, feeling that my lungs will never catch up to the beating of my speeding heart.

The rain soaks my hair in a combination of water and sadness. I almost fall unconscious until I hear the sound of footsteps on the gentle floor of the forest. I stumble for my bow, but I find that I have dropped on the escape attempt. I gaze blindly behind me and find a pair of blood shot eyes behind me, having a sneak peek at its dinner. Right away I know what it is. From all the days in the meadow, from hunting food that our family is so scarce of, from hiding in the woods. A wolf.
I gather up my senses and run as fast as I can run, my ears pounding. The monster right at my heels. Ignoring everything that’s in my way I run with one thought in my head. Stay Alive. I turn around and get a glimpse of my predator.

Shiny glossed fur, brown and streaked with smeared bits of blond and grey. Its body was small but powerful, muscles rippling under its thick shining coat. Blood shot eyes staring into my sea green eyes. I ran and glanced around, looking for escape. We are facing each other now, waiting for the first move. The wolf watches me for a while, then pounces on me and attempts to sink its teeth in my juicy flesh. I grab what’s left of my knife and slash at it’s nose. It rips open and the flesh and it howls in agony, as blood sprays on my face. Now it’s my turn. It reveals its deadly claws and lashes at my neck. I wince in pain and bite my lip for not wanting to scream. I bite my lip so hard that ruby red jewels start to run down my chin. It grins in satisfaction, then makes its final move. It sinks its razor sharp teeth in my leg. I scream and try to get away. It waits for a minute, then relaxes its jaw bone. I feel the agony and know that I’m done. But, I don’t give up.

I manage to get up and run so fast I don’t feel the pain. The wolf is bouncing right behind. I find a good tree, covered in maplely syrup, and scramble up. I’ve always had a talent in climbing trees. I grab the last branch and it snaps. I panic, lashing furiously at random, trying to save my life. Something flashes before my eyes. A branch. I think. I get a grip and yank myself up the pain is killing, but I ignore it and collapse onto a sturdy branch.

First I inspect my body. My face is dripping with blood. Cuts and scars are covering my whole body. My neck has flesh ripped out and blood is glossing my skin. But my leg is the most injured. Flesh scattered. Teeth marks visible. And blood. Blood is everywhere. Camouflaging my sun burned skin. Rippling down my scalp and down my forehead. Oozing. The wolf is growling below me. I grab my knife, and throw it down. It pierces the wolf in the eye. Dead. I wonder what to do with it. Wolf skin was worth a fortune in the village. But I dismiss that thought. It deserved to die honourably. It's clan or whatever would come find it.

Just that thought made my stomach ache. Would someone ever find me? I would probably die on the spot right here right now if I was a bit more wounded. There I was, lying limp and weak on the sturdy branch of a maple tree. No one would ever find me. The birds began to chirp again and the squirrels began to chatter. The storm was over. My eyes began to droop and I fell into a dreamy daze. I didn’t want to fall asleep, for I might never wake up. Heavier and heavier my eyelids began to droop.
Suddenly my arm slipped on the sticky sap and my legs were in mid air. The whole world was spinning. Blurry clouds and flock of sheep. Orange bubbles floating around. All I remember was the branch snapping and releasing me to freedom, and me falling to my unknown future of doom.