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The Huntress: by Rebecca S.
Chapter One: The Hunter
As he raced through the burnt skeleton like trees with the wind flowing gently through his fur and his huntress on his back, he could almost wish every day was like this. Then suddenly he came to a halt, his worn paws skidding against snow. Black birds formed all around them and he knew only one word that came into their minds; The Dark Master. She pulled out her sword that shined in the foggy blue light, her grandfathers name boldly engraved into it. As she stood there waiting for it appear she could see the birds spiraling around in big but tight circle and all she could think was (This is it, get ready). But it wasn't what she had expected. The truth was she didn't know what "The Dark master" even was. All she knew was he was evil and know matter what she was sent out to kill him.
But as he started to form all she could think was (Oh, no) as she clearly saw that he was a shape-shifting hunter and she knew she would have to look away. But as she became mesmerized by the swirling light and the dark shape in the middle of it, her sword dropped to the ground and she gaped at the man standing in front of her. Fear struck her like a sharp blade into heart as she saw his tall but strong figure. She felt intimidated when she saw his white fangs glow in the ghostly blue light. And images from in her mind but she shook them away.
"What...wh...What are...are you...D...Doing here …Dark...M...Master?" she said trying to keep her voice steady and strong. "None of you concern, Huntress", saying her rank in a disgusted yet teasing manner, his voice strong and menacing unlike her small scared one. She closed her mouth shut and tried to think of a way to distract him so she could kill him with an easy slice of her sword. But it was already too late. He had picked it up and was examining it with his careful eye.
"Nice sword for a pretty girl like you", accenting the word pretty so it had shivers going down her spine, then coming close and saying "But what's this?", he asked as he touched her grandfathers name with care she didn’t know he had. He came close to her neck whispering in her ear, "Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to get dirty?" (He's using me), she thought trying to concentrate on what she was going to say. But he already had pushed her off her warrior and had gotten on top of her. Fear took over all her common senses. She was a huntress; she shouldn't waste her time with some hot hunter guy especially if she was supposed to kill him."I…I…it's my grandfather", she said wishing he would just get off of her so she could at least breathe. "Thanks, darling", he said smiling evilly as he pulled her close; there lips colliding with ever great force. Then just as easily as he had taken over, he jumped up and disappeared in the mist; leaving her breathless in the snow.