Hi guys! Here is a one-shot. Its really crappy, I wrote it in 30 minutes.
Long, dark figures stretch across the black grass. I tiptoe into the dark, cool shadows, past the gate of the farm. I creep silently over the dewy grass and reach a log. Silence. The moon is bright and shining, as full as it can be. They would be here now, those horrid monsters.
I slip my hand into the log and bring out a glimmering silver bow, with glowing, silver arrows. I scamper over the cool, dry, earth and scramble up a tree, my eyes darting around for prey, and predators. I hear the quiet pattering, oh so silent, of paws. Everyone can hear my heart, pumping with adrenaline, threatening to burt out of my rib cage. Silence.
A wolf howl breaks the silence, piercing my ears, then a sound of thumping paws. They have found prey. The paws slow down, and a dying moan rips through the night like an arrow. Beads of sweat form on my forehead, and a freezing hand clutches my heart. The pattering paws continue. A low growl and a rustling sound seems to disembogue from the bush below me.
4 pairs of gleaming, hungry, inhumane, red eyes, brighter than the sun stare at me, short-circuiting my brain, arousing my deepest fears. The branch I'm sitting on snaps, sending me tumbling down the tree. I land hard on my ankle, and I immediately knew I'd broke it. Pain like a hot steel wire jabs its way up my leg and into my hip. The world narrows down to me, my ankle, and the agony. I almost black out. My head spins, and my breath becomes short and rapid. No, I tell myself. You have a job.
I groggily take to my feet and run, hoping I can make it home with food to feed me and Luke. With a twang of my bow, I let three arrows fly, taking down 3 of the ferocious beasts before they can follow me. With my luck, the last one is the largest, with fur as black as midnight, blood red eyes, razor sharp fangs with dark red stains, and gleaming white claws. Its feet pound the ground, and it starts to gain on me. I stumble through the undergrowth, my ankle flaring with pain. I trip over a log and crumple, defenseless, except for one shining arrow in my quiver.
With the last ounce of my energy, I load my bow, take aim, and let it slice the air. My arms go numb as I drop my weapon and curl up, waiting for the monster to bear down on me. A strangled yell echoes through the eerie silence. I lift my head and open my eyes to the stillness of the woods. I walk over to the hellhound, but nothing left except for a pice of meat, good enough for us.
I limp back home with a throbbing pain in my ankle. I collapse on the doorstep and get one last view of the bright, yellow moon, before a sandy-haired boy drags me inside to feed me ambrosia. I look into his concerned, soft, sky blue eyes and manage to croak out, "Food," and lift the piece of meat. He smiles down at me, softly. Fatigue overcomes me, and I enter the darkness of deep sleep.
Hope u liked it! It's about Thalia hunting when she and Luke were runaways.