(A/N) Hi! This is my first FanFic, I hope whoever reads this enjoys it! :) More chapters will be coming as this is only the prologue, I promise I won't forget to update! :)


Prologue

The day was nice and warm, the sun shining in the clear blue of the sky and the slight breeze making the long grass in the meadow sway. The meadow was surrounded by trees and dotted with patches of wildflowers and the occasional boulder. It was perfect.

Perfect for hunting.

The snake had positioned itself in the shadow of a sun-warmed rock. Close enough that it was hidden, but not so far that it was not warmed by the heat radiating off it.

There!

A quiet rustle in the grass, not two meters in front of his head. Sliding the tip of his forked tongue out to taste the air, tensing in excitement at the scent of a mouse. The grass rustled again, this time it was closer. Then the tips of two brown ears peeked out.

Quietly slithering forwards, the snake braced its muscles. The mouse lay oblivious to the impending death hovering near, merely continuing on its forage for food, it was just asking for death!

Coiling the lower part of its body, the serpent prepared to strike. He would strangle the mouse as the potent venom in his fangs took its toll, killing it from the inside.

Then out of the very corner of his eye, the snake saw the flash of dark feathers. A wing.

A falcon was perched on a nearby pine tree, her sharp gaze focused on the reptile.

He froze in alarm at the sight, and then relaxed slightly, realising that the falcon had not been looking at him, but immediately tensed again as the bird suddenly dove out of the tree.

Panicking, the he slithered rapidly to its original position at the shadow of the rock, only to look back just in time to see her outstretched talons wrap around the mouse. A small shriek was the last thing the mouse ever did.

It soured in disappointment. Now he would have to watch the falcon eat on the ground in front of him, all the while she scared away any other prey. What a waste of a perfectly good morning!

Yet instead of eating it, the bird merely took off with the mouse. Curious, he followed her route with his glossy black eyes, watching as the falcon flew to the far side of the meadow, landing near a brown blob in a tree.

The brown blob was a nest.

Another potential meal.