Fumbling down the hill she curled as she went over the edge and landed crouched onto her knees. Icy wind blew out the cave’s mouth followed by a swarm of bats that scattered in the light of the full moon. As far-flung as it was this was a normal day. This time however she wasn’t running away, just sprained her ankle on a rock rendering her attempt of a recovery, well useless.
“Ow…”
She rubbed it, red and starting to swell. Then her hair let go of a vibrant blood red rose which plopped to the ground, half torn, dirty and squished.
“Sigh”
“I’ve lost my chance again haven’t I?”
“This is only going to get me hunted, I’ll have to be better next time!”
“… if, they let me try again…”
She brushed herself off and stood up. She could see it in the distance, the man was killed, a few still lingered over him.
“Rose!”
The aged man was walking down the hill.
“If your this scruffed up, please tell me you got within 10 feet this time”
“Not even close, I.... tripped and sprained my ankle”
“Sigh, your running out of time, Rose”
“Trust me, I know…”
“Do you?”
As they returned to the village, many boys and girls were running to show off their new wings to their family, some of them were a few years younger than her, most of them were far younger than her.
“Eyyy, look! It’s incredible fighterr and astonishin’ klutz!”
“...seriously?”
“Why? Well I’sz tru, just like how beautiful ya are!”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, long black hair, perfect curls, alright bod… actually… if you haven’t tired yerself out yet, I can do that for ya if you wanna get naughty…”
He tried to look at her seductively but the beyond drunk face just made him look stupid.
“Alright, drunkard!”
His friend roughly ruffled his head to the point that it hits the table.
“Ma Head! Why!?”
“No more alcohol for you.”
He snatched the half empty bottle from him.
“Noo!! That’s mine!”
He grabbed for it but was pushed away and tripped over his own chair. Still collapsed over the chair he looked at her.
“You ruin everything”
“I think you did this all own your own”
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