Note: I just recently had this idea for a story. Reviews are loved.
Andie raced through the heavily wooded forest, the loud crack from falling trees making her run faster. She jumps up into a nearby tree and uses her momentum to launch herself into the air. Just as she jumps to the next tree a heavy hand grabs her around the waist. "Crap," She thought "not how I planned on dying." The hand raises her up to reveal a giant. It stares at her, disgruntled. She smiles sheepishly and offers the goblet she had risked her life to get. The giant snatches the cup and loosens his grip on the girl. Andie holds on to the giants thumb, the creases giving her purchase. Andie yells in anger "Aww come on! I gave it back didn't I?" The giant is unmoved and watches the girl struggle for her life. She is slipping! Her red curls bounce in the wind as she sways. The sweat from her palms makes it hard to hold on. Her heart stops as her hands slip away.
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Andie opened her eyes and was met with a painful glare. "Ugghh…" she groaned and shut her eyes. The sun was bright and just topping the nearby hills, its golden light pierced the shade of the clearing. Getting up with another groan Andie inspected the clearing. "Hmm…best be glad I landed on soft ground". Despite an aching back, she had no broken bones or cuts. "Probably need to look for a road or path out of here." She got pretty turned around trying to escape the giant.
Walking in the densely wooded forest became more and more difficult as the light began to trickle away. After tripping over yet another root, Andie decided to make camp. Blast that giant! I mean really! It was just one freaking cup! Grumbling to no one in particular, she gathered up some twigs and pine needles and set them into a neat pile. Quietly Andie chanted "Please work, please work, please work," She brought her thumb and middle finger together and snapped. Nothing happened, all was quiet in the forest besides the crickets and owls. Cursing loudly she snapped over and over. Finally after much obscenities she managed to let loose a single spark. The spark leapt to the pile and made a blaze. She sighed heavily and slumped to the ground for a mediocre nights rest.
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The moon was full and shone down on the makeshift encampment. The fire, long dead, was nothing more than a skeleton of embers. Andie awoke with a start. Her head turned, trying to understand the danger her instincts suggested. Her heart pounded, she felt a cold sweat trickle down her back. The forest, She whispered internally, it is so quiet. She crept over to the fire and fumbled together a small pile of timber. Her mind pounded and made her hands shaky Light the fire! Light the fire! She heard something move in the shadows. She snapped her fingers, its normally minute sound thundered in the empty wood. Light the fire! A twig snapped, then another. LIGHT IT! Andy saw a spark but it didn't catch the timber.
Next chapet shoud be up later this week.