She was walking down the dirt road that led to the forest.
She was dressed in the blackest array, A black coat
covering her face and body, to her feet.
It was A road she alwayse goes through, to get to a
particular home, of a particular person, that lives in the
forest, in a particular area of the forest that has within
it scares trees, and only his little cabin in the midst of
this place.
Walking as she goes, with the tourch in her hand hanging
above the forest floor.
She ignores the loud Voices of wolvs and ravens of the
night, she is quiet use to them, at first, when she first
stepped upon this dirt road she was scared as hell, for she
went out there with out any one to accompany her, she
didn’t even have a tourch to her hand, but her yearning to
achive her quest was greater than any fear.
From that day on in the past, when she was just a little
farm girl where she met him, she never stopped coming, she
comes at least twice a week if not more.
Her Blazing green eyes search the darkness for his wooden
cabin, just the same as when she first saw it many years
ago after she ran in horror, fleeing from the wolvs and the
strange sounds that seemed to have followed her everywhere
she goes
then she tumbled down a cliff that she didn’t saw coming,
she fell, the hard fall torn apart her clothing. cloths of
a young farm girl, but they were so old, she had them on
for so long, she was lost.
when she woke up from the hard rock bed that she past out
on she noticed an old abandoned cabin, finnaly, she
thought, her quest is nearing it’s end.
she approached the cabin’s rotting door, she saw it was
halfway open and broken, and pushed it aside, the stench in
side was unbearable, and the trees above shielded the place
from the sun, and the inside of the cabin was shrouded in
darkness and her fine eyes could not see even the blackness
inside.
Now she came there again, pushed the rotting door aside,
lowerd her coat’s head covering from her head to see just a
bit more, revealing her face to the dweller inside.
“Ah, Angelique…” Said the deep old voice from within the
dark
“Father’ I’v brought you some food, water, and even Forest
Mushrooms this time”
“I hope they arn’t poisonuos” he replied, laughing
lightly
“You have tought me too well to mistaken this father, trust
my judgement, it’s you’rs too” she said, smiling at him.
He was a crippled old man, but her father he was not.
She was adopted by him, he was some what younger then, but
still old, he couldn’t ressist her innocence and her
pettiness, waiting on his doorstep with her raggy cloths
and bleeding skin, but it was her eyes, her amazing green
eyes that persuaded him, it’s as if he was hypnotized by
her.
Then she introduced her help to the stranger very simply
and honestly ” My name is Angelique, please help me, i’m
lost”
And so he did, Adopting her into his life, protecting her,
and teaching her of living in the forest, how to live in
the woods, how to forge and gather food, stocking it for
the harsh winter and more, she fell in love with the forest
and her new way of life.
Then, one day as they were walking through the dark forest
on A black winter day, they failed to notice that they are
being stalked by one of the forest’s creatures.
they wolvs have fled the scene as it approaches, the ravens
flew for safety in the tree tops, and the forest weent
quiet.
he was holding her hand, and she felt protected safe, but
it was a false sence of security while they are unaware of
the danger lurking in the bushes right ahead.
It was lurking in the bushes across the vally, it could
smell his pray miles befor they even knew something was
wrong.
sniffing, drewling, he watches his pray forwarding, getting
ever closer.
Angelique had left her father’s hand, and turned back from
where which they where going to, to pick up some mushrooms
she saw on the way, she sat down on the ground and started
picking them up, uprooting mushroom by mushroom, taking her
time, when she turned to ask her father to know if they are
ateable or leathal, she saw her father laid on the ground,
bleeding badly, ontop of him was a rogue orc, hungry and
desperate for some snack, starting already to eat the
flesh, while angelique’s father is still alive.
she screamed, and the giant orc suddenly stoped his feast
and stared at her, looking straight into her green eyes,
the orc paused at the spot, still looking into angelique’s
eyes, then turned away from her father, and returned to the
darkness of the woods.
her father was severly injured, and his legs paralyzed.
he remained unable and disabled, and Angelique carried him
back home, chasing off the hungry wolvs attracted to the
sent of blood in the air, almost lost, they made it back
safely to the old wooden cabin, there angelique sworn to
return the favore her father made so many years ago, and
served him, aided him, even after leaving the forest for
her independence, she still felt in his debt.