Hi guys, I am so sorry that my chapters are so short, and I had completely forgotten to do Authors notes until now, so I will fix those things as well as writing the third and Fourth chapters.


I'm that one. The one who walks into a room and makes people stare. The one who is always confident that they are right. The one who is the definition of strange. When people look at me, they see a lady with eyes that can see through all deception. They see grey, piercing eyes that can stare someone out of a room. But they are strangers. They don't know me.

When I was younger, I used to laugh and play with the other kids. I had a family to love me, but I don't anymore. I am a different person. People don't know, but I often lay awake at night. I see the moon. But I don't just look at it. I listen. I learn.

I study it. Every detail. The water gazes back at it. The forest trees catch the light. Its rays of light are reflections of the sun. It is like a mirror, it reveals the truth in people, the deepest, darkest secrets. I was blessed by the moon. The white streak in my dark hair and the silver lines in my eyes. When I think of the moon, I remember the time I saw them. I saw her.

Her...

The memory is as clear as the river that runs through the forest. I was lost. I wandered alone, scared and hungry. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a hunting horn. Then it was a blur as all of the women and dogs ran past. I was knocked over by some sort of invisible force. I glanced up and saw those eyes. Two silver eyes, just like mine, but brighter. They pierced me, sharp as the arrows in the quivers. I thought she might punish me, but she didn't. I know she saw me. She is my favourite goddess to this day.

The life that I have is simple. Everyone seems to want simple lives, but I dream of leaving this wretched village. I want to run with the Autumn breeze, Travel over Icy mountains, jump through the trees ( but not literally through them like the Dryads)

I must go and get water. I pick up my old wooden pail and slowly make for the forest over the hills in the distance.

I finally make it to the clearing where the well is, I tug the rope up and tie a knot around the pails handle. I fling it over the wooden bar and lower the bucket slowly to the bottom of the well. When I pull it up, it is two thirds filled with water. This will have to do for now.

I must go to the market. I have been running out of food, and my parents always told me that it's safer to have too much food then too little. Plus, it would be useful to get a new bucket or pot to carry water in. I gather what little money I have and start to trudge out of the forest. Suddenly, there is a deer in front of me. Deer are such beautiful, elegant creatures. I can see its long head, ears cocked, as it nibbles on the grass. The muscles on its chest ripple before it jumps. The way its legs spring it high into the air, and the noble look in its eyes. It catches my eye and we stare at each other. Then it bounds of into the distance, looking for another clearing to graze in.


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