OK next story not funny for once.

NOTE: My own character Ailen is in this story.

Snow.

It covered everything. It was a white blanket . . except for one spot. That spot was red.

The blood was fresh. It pooled around the man's body, coloring the snow beneath him red. A single arrow stuck in his chest quivering in the breeze. His killer walked out of the line of trees. She stood over him staring at his eyes, fixed straight ahead, unblinking. She tried pulling the arrow out of his chest, but the sharp barbs grabbed at his flesh holding the arrow in it's place. If she wanted the arrow she'd have to tear his skin. She knelt down cursing under her breath. She unsheathed her dagger and began cutting the skin around the arrow loosening it. Finally, with a quick tug the arrow came free from the man's chest. Some flesh hung from the tip.

Ailen growled and stuck the tip of the arrow under her boot, she pulled the arrow away leaving the flesh under her boot. She placed the arrow back in the quiver at her hip. She clicked her tongue twice. A large black horse trotted out of the trees. He was completely black except for his rear left hoof which had a white sock and a white blaze on his face. He snorted and pawed at the ground.

"Easy boy" Ailen murmured climbing onto his back. She laid her bow across her lap. Her black cloak blended in with the horse's back. She looked down at her victim one more time. She spat on him then nudged her horse's shoulder with her left foot. He whinnied and tossed his head then cantered away leaving the dead man staring into nothing.

There ya go! If you liked it review and I might write some more. XD