Trigger a war, a new type of Demigod - Chapter 1: Introducing...Moonshine
Moonshine's POV
I stared into the crackling fire, my wolf leaning against my shoulder. I was thankful for his furry warmth and didn't object. Even with the fire going and wolf near me, the night was still freezing. Winter was always the worst season in this forest, when all the easier prey goes into hibernation. Elk, which thrived during the winter, were the hardest to kill. My name's Moonshine, or that's what Wolf calls me. I have no memories or knowledge about my parents or family, and I have lived in this Scottish forest for as long as I can remember. I'm fourteen years old, and my hairs is long and a silvery blond. I am average height, compared to the few humans I've seen in my lifetime. My most precious possessions are my elk-antler bow and owl-feather arrows, a necklace of a earthy brown gem. But my most striking features are my abilities, which I like to keep to myself. I can control the trees, the plants. I can tell what any animal is thinking, sense where the next den or pond will be. Its as if I'm part of the forest itself, and the earth.
The sun had fallen below the horizon and the moon was clear in the night sky. What a mysterious creation it is, the moon. Its always there, guiding those who hunt at night. Wolf loves it. Right now, he's howling boldly up at the moon, his eyes closed in pleasure. Wolf is like a brother to me, and a parent, and a guardian. He's raised me with him from a infant, and I will always be his "pup".
"Come on, Wolf, I want to go to sleep now," I called to him, faking a whine. He looked down at me with a soft smile and padded down to our camp. He flopped down the other side of the fire, facing towards the deep, dark forest. He was guarding me, as wolves never needed much sleep. He would sleep though, but not for long. I put my game-bag behind my head as a pillow, and layed down on my back. I stared up at the stars twinkling in the violet sky, and my eyes began to droop. Before I knew it, I had fallen into a dreamless sleep.
I was jolted awake suddenly when I heard a yelp. A surprised, pained cry for help. It sounded like Wolf. I stood up quickly, grasping my bow in my right hand, and left arm reaching behind me to retrieve an arrow. Wolf wasn't in the campsite, and the sun was rising. I heard a faint rustle to one side, and immediatley knew Wolf had been taken that way. I sped off, grabbing my game-bag quickly and swinging it over one shoulder.
"Wolf!" I yelled, following my forest instincts frantically. Wolf yowled back, not too far away. I sped up, my feet automatically dogding logs and low branches. After five minutes of running, my chest felt cold and tight. I kept going, because I saw a figure ahead. He had camo-armour and was carrying a large, brown sac. The sac kept squirming...wolf. I almost growled in anger, and knocked an arrow to my bow. The wolf-napper didn't hear me, oblivious to my pursuit. I let the arrow fly, which thudded into the thick boot of the armoured man. He yelled in pain and shock, and tripped on a log which obscured his path. He tumbled over and over, grunting in annoyance, and dropping Wolf. Wolf shot out from the sac, his fur sweaty and matted. He ran over to me and rounded with me on the soldier. The camo-armour clad guy had yanked the arrow from his foot and was scowling deeply at me.
"You'll pay for that, earth-spawn," he growled. What? Earth-spawn. Maybe this soldier had hit his head when he fell over. He got up and I kept my eyes on him. His expression changed for a fraction of a second, a glimpse of delight and malicious happiness. He covered it quickly, but I hadn't missed it. I whipped around to see what he was so happy about, and just had time to close my eyes before the black baton collided with my skull, knocking me out.