Nothing ever was
Prologue
I sat still in a gargantuous ancient peaceful oak tree; its outer layer of bark rough from years of harsh weather. Closer inside the tree, where my sister and I huddled closely together at night for the last few months, the bark was smooth and damp, and slightly cold to touch. Inside of the tree, everything was peaceful, a chamber to another world, like Heaven. Nobody has ever found out about me and sister, thanks to this tree. It concealed us with its dense canopy of leaves, shaded us in the summer, and gave my sister and me the perfect place to relax. It was the perfect home, but sadly, the one of the only homes I have ever really known.
Patiently, I turned my attention back to what I was doing before, scoping out my next meal. This tree was several feet away from my prey, a young buck. Around me, in this dense forest, everything was serenely quiet, and the only other sound I could hear was my soft ragged breathing. I quickly adjusted my bow until it was fully drawn back, and aimed for where the buck was. I had to shoot this buck before it grazed somewhere else; since winter was coming soon and most of our food source would either be migrating or hibernating. For some reason though, I kept on hesitating, even though shooting this buck would mean that we would have food for at least a few weeks, especially since I had to hunt for me and my twin sister.
Again, I readjusted my bow and found my target. Just looking at the buck made my mouth salivate and made my stomach growl angrily at me. I hadn't eaten in a few days. Was it a few days? Being in the woods for so long, time keeps slipping away from me, but I only know I've been outdoors since I was small.
Before I could shoot what could possibly be the last meal that me and my sister could have before winter, I heard the all too faint and familiar whine of a bullet. Confused and dazed, I lower my bow when a sudden jolt of agonizing pain seared through my stomach, blood pouring out from where I was hit. Crying out in pain, I dropped out of the tree. I free fall back down to earth, slamming into the hard ground. Slowly, my world spins out of control, my head dropping timidly to the forest floor.
The last thing I hear before I black out is the sound of rushing footsteps.