The wind whipped through my long black hair, stinging my eyes. It gave me the feeling like I was flying. My feet were still on the ground though pumping under me as I ran.
I weaved through the mossy trees, jumping over fallen logs and slippery roots. The ground under my bare feet disappeared as I sprinted to get to my spot.
I was hunting with the pack. We were chasing deer that were unlucky enough to be found.
I leaped into the air, grabbing onto a tree branch above me. I swung myself onto it, barely managing to hang on. When I landed on the top, I took a few deep breaths calming down, so the adrenaline did not kick in. I could not afford the crash that would follow a massive burst of energy.
I sat there hidden in the tree’s rich foliage, waiting. Everything was dead quiet. My ears could hear not a single sound. I closed my eyes, straining to hear something, anything.
It took a second, but I started to hear a subtle rustling in the distance. I counted to ten then opened my eyes, waiting for the deer to appear. One flew out of the small shrubs, racing towards me—five more shot out behind the first one.
The wolves appeared a moment later behind the deer, their silvery coats shining under the moonlight. Even at top speed, they were so graceful and quiet. The white wolf in front of the pack looked up at the trees where I was hiding.
“Now,” she said. I let go of the branch, dropping down onto the lead deer below me. The deer buckled, tripping over its own feet. Slowing the rest of the deer behind it down. I grabbed onto the horns, trying to keep my balance on its back. It jumped over a stump, and I was tossed off forcefully with no second to gauge my surroundings or get a better grip.
I was now hanging onto the deer by its antlers as it ran through the woods. I grunted, my small body getting swung around like a wet rag. My hands started to slip, so I put out my feet, hitting the deer in the side of its body. Nothing happened, so I tried again. The deer buckled, making a sharp right turn.
I was swung over to the other side and smashed into a tree. One of my hands slipped, and I could feel the other one letting go as well. I rolled, grabbing onto both of its antlers and flinging myself onto the back of the deer. I stood up, trying to balance myself as I pulled back on its antlers. The deer’s front legs came off the ground, and it came to a sudden stop.
I sat back, waiting for the deer to start running again, but it did not. I looked back over my shoulder to see that two deer had been taken down already by the other wolves. I hopped off the deer, staring at it, waiting for it to do something. Luna, the massive white wolf, appeared at my side, looking at the deer. “We have already caught two for the pack. Let this one go.” She said calmly. I nodded at the white creature. Then at the small brown animal, the deer just stared back at me.
I turned around, heading back. I took a few steps then notice that the deer was following me, so I stopped. I turned around again, sighing “leave,” I told the deer. The deer obeyed, dashing back into the thick brush.
I walked to the pack quickly, the sky was starting to get lighter, and we had to get back soon. One of the wolves bent down its head, and I clambered onto its back. I might be as fast as the wolves, but my feet were not as durable as theirs, and when we traveled over the black glass, the cuts on my feet made it painful to run or walk.
I grabbed a chunk of the wolf’s fur, my hands deep in the soft coat of silver. I leaned forward, my chin resting on the wolf’s head. “Ready,” I said. We lurched forward, and I was almost thrown violently off from the power of the wolf jumping into a sprint. I wrapped my arms around the wolf’s neck, and my legs clamped to its sides. I felt like I was sinking into its fluffy coat.
The world around me turned into a blur as we ran through the forest. We made it out of the woods, and we started across the black glass. The glass was massive juts of clear smoky stone that cut through everything. The stone came in huge pieces bigger than trees or as small as a grain of sand.
The wolves’ paws would sometimes cut too, but they knew where to step, so it rarely happened. I also knew where to put my feet, but my strides were not long enough to get to each place, so I would end up destroying my feet.
We arrived in the middle of the field of glass, and we stopped. I quietly slid off the wolf’s back and clambered down into a small hole in the ground. The wolves followed me as we shuffled into the underground passage. After two minutes, we reached the massive cave.
The cave was one of a kind. You could not even call it a cave.
There were two waterfalls beside each other rushing down into a crystal-clear pond below. Small fish circled in the bottom of the diamond-like water. They would occasionally swim up to the surface to catch a meal or make tiny bubbles.
There was a grassy meadow surrounding the pool. The grass was a rich emerald green color. There were beautiful flowers that I had never seen anywhere else—so many different shades ranging from deep purple and pastel pink.
There were flat stone platforms on the top of the waterfall—the stones were warm and smooth.
If you went through the waterfall, a small crypt could be found that held gems that shone like the rainbow and others that glowed like the moon. There was gold so smooth that you could see your own warped reflection.
The ceiling had stalactites with light green moss covering them. Water would be collected on them, dropping down onto the grassy meadow below.
In the middle of this paradise was a tree.
The tree was huge. It held up the ceiling, its branches weaving throughout stalactites and bearing shiny black fruit. It looked like many trees in one because of the bark twisting and turning into a spiral shape. The bark was pure white. It had a faint glow to it that reminded me of the night sky.
The leaves were silver. They glittered, reflecting light from nowhere in particular.
The tree’s roots ran around the cave popping up in random spots. Most of them made a massive bowl that held the water in the pond. It was one of a kind place. A paradise, you could say.