The forest was thick and sunlight did not enter through the trees, nor did any bird ever sing a sweet song to fill up the overwhelming serenity around the woods. The dew still lay on the dark and withered leaves like frozen ice. It had been raining.
A young girl around seven or so trod there with a small basket in her hands. She was fair and beautiful. Her bright raven-black locks hung over her plain forehead and her golden-brown eyes glimmered with hope. A hope that might just save her life out from that savage forest where she was engulfed by all sorts of hostile animals that could attack her any moment.
"I wish I died with them" she thought but then regretted for having said that for her parents had always said her not to utter the name of this frosty, unwelcomed guest.
It was the most terrible night that she had ever encountered that day on 24th March. It was night of loss, a loss of a thousand lives of innocent children, adults and women. On that day the plane which was bound for Paris had collapsed down like a beaten eagle with fire on its right wing. It came crashing down, cutting through the squalls and rain and down it went, broken in two pieces. A huge inferno surrounded that area and masses of people were brutally killed, none of them survived except that young girl- Caitlyn. The very thought of that nightmare, made her shiver to the bone as her parents died in that crash.
The forest itself was a dark and terrifying place. It had scavengers and different perils that Ambrosia had never seen. The quiet whisper of chilling menace limped up her spine and entered the flesh with a pinprick, congealing her blood to ice. This primitive impulse came to her always, like a dark voodoo and she had to always run from those perils.
"Mom, dad I feel so alone" she said to herself as she traipsed quietly along the bushy trails of the forest. There were no other sounds except the steady squeaking of monkeys and hyenas some miles away and the chirping of insects.
It took her about three-to four weeks to reach a river side where she built up her own home with huge bamboo sticks and palm leaves that grew alongside the river. It was a freshwater river-and fortunately there were delicious fishes swimming inside the crystal clear water.
Delphy's mouth watered with hunger as she was feeling the strong hunger pangs once again in her stomach after three weeks.
"Thank you god" she prayed as she was really fortunate to have reached this place and to find so much food. It was indeed a boon from the lord.
