Devil Huntress in Spain
Summary: "It was all supposed to be a vacation, but the plane crashed in the mountains somewhere, and I've been looking for my friend ever since."
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Noah thought it was only a dream. The plane crashing, Sayoraon screaming out her name, and then nothing.
The pain was unbearable. Her head ached terribly, her arm felt numb, and her legs were painfully contorted. No normal human being could survive that fall, but Noah was far from normal. Her being a half demon, she could survive just about anything. Nothing scared her easily but when people sneak up on her. Other than that, she was practically fearless.
"Say! Sayoraon! Where are you?" the Devil Huntress screamed.
A local Spaniard heard her. He screamed something in Spanish, then went to investigate. Noah turned on her stomach and looked up to see an older man approaching her. He was saying something in Spanish, like, "Kill".
"Gracias a Dios! Necesito ayuda!" Noah spoke in the man's native tongue.
"Matar…" The man muttered.
"Oh shit…" she cursed.
Her bones were finally mending themselves, but there wasn't much time left until the man lops off her head with the axe he pulled out of the back of his pants. Noah looked around to find a good weapon.
Her choices were:
A long, pointed stick
A large rock
And a long piece of metal from the plane wreckage.
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OH Cliff hanger in the prologue!
English translations include:
Gracias a Dios = Thank God
Nesecito ayuda = I need help
Matar = To kill
Hope you enjoyed! :D