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Chapter One
The faint whistle of moving leaves was the only thing heard in the forest. The moon's rays gave the limbs and branches a little life. Even the barren ground lay unshaken and quiet. So quiet that it seemed lifeless. For mortals, this would've been a perfect date, a small adventure into the peaceful tree lines. Unfortunately, the moment of serene never lasts, especially for demigods.
The serenity of the night was destroyed when a boy stumbled into the forest. He dodged and weaved under branches and hopped bare footed over roots and patches of leaves. A torn t-shirt hung from his chest and only got worst as branches hooked onto it, tearing it more.
Perhaps, he shouldn't have gone through the forest, the domain only slowed the exasperated boy. Though the turf was his only chance for them to lose his track. And that chance was slim.
In the distance, howls of despair escaped the nights sky. The boy was fresh meat. The mere thought of being torn apart like meat only pushed him harder. His endurance was failing him. Only adrenaline and self-preservation kept him moving.
In desperation, the boy whooped in gulps of oxygen and tried to shake off his predators by changing his course of directions in crooked zigzags. It wasn't working. In fact the footsteps behind him only got louder. Once a wolf gets ahold of your scent, a game of hide and seek won't do. So while he concentrated on his next steps, he helplessly tried to come up with a solution.
Fortunately an idea blossomed. A risky one but better than nothing. He couldn't run forever, his limbs were on their final lives.
With that, he approached the nearest puddle of mud he could find. He didn't like what was to come next but did it anyways. What other option did he have. Despite the pain aching all over, he quickly dropped down and rolled around two times, making sure he was completely covered by the mucky substance before racing to the nearing tree. Time is essential. And time is running out.
The ground shook deeper a the horde closed in on him faster by the minute. With his last conserved energy, he made his final push to mantle the tree towards the peak, holding on tightly to each limb as if it was his lifeline. Once he reached the top, he took one final breath despite the lack of oxygen.
Silence was key. Hunters weren't the people you want to underestimate. Even the faintest gulp can alert them. Once they locate you, there's no escape.
A chill went down the boy's spine as a rough group of hunters and hostile beasts hurtled towards the little clearing where the boy spied from above. He quietly observed the silver hoods and fury figures rush pass his tree.
That's when the mud went into play. He could clearly hear the frustrated growls emitted by the creatures as they tried to sniff him out. They had his scent but they didn't have his new one. Though he much prefer his old one, that is without the savage wolves on his trail.
Now all he needed to do was to keep quiet. The fact that he hadn't made any noise yet surprised him. In dire situations, primal instinct took over. It was a good thing. The intuitions had saved his life many times. And by the looks of it, was doing so again.
The pack had completely whisk by the extent in which the boy hid. It was as if they completely ignored the area being fully sure he wasn't there. They didn't even pay any mind to their surroundings for any clues; his trace of mud was a big one.
His body loosened as he started breathing in heavy breaths seeing as no hunters were in sight.
Though something nagged at the back of his head. That was easy, he thought. He had expected them to find him. The more he wandered in his thoughts, the puzzle pieced together. It was too easy.
"Move and you'll die boy," the boy froze as he felt a cold metal press against his throat.