All was still in the small town. Most of the guard had either retired from the evening or slowly drifted off to sleep. The moon shone brightly and into the window of one tiny girl. Her parents had put her to bed hours before and while they were sound asleep their daughter was still wide awake. Her eyes fluttered open, and her legs wanted to move. Finally deciding a walk might do her good, she pulled off the quilt her mother had made and wrapped it around herself. A few careful steps past her parents room was all it took and away she went.
A cool wind blew past and she was glad for the quilt. All she had on was a thin nightgown. As she walked through the quiet town, she wondered at the stillness. Only a few hours before the town had been celebrating, dancing, and eating with a strange rosy look to their faces. Now the only remnants of the moment were the lanterns strung about and broken wine bottles. The girl continued on.
She passed the mill and remembered when she'd wading in the stream, trying to catch a fish, unsuccessfully. The river was now quiet and the mill looked abandoned and mysterious. She walked a little faster, cool dirt clinging to her feet. Thoughts of the celebration still lingered and stung. All she could really think about was the beautiful bear's head, chopped and mounted in the hall. While the others had gathered and listened to the tales of glory and heroics, she'd stayed back and only watched.
Another wave of wind blew past, startling her, and rousing her from her thoughts. She continued on toward the edge of town and beginning of the forest. Tall trees loomed over her and while a strange feeling of fear and urgency washed over her. Almost entranced by the woods, she walked forward and into the wild and away from her family.
A/N: So what you'd think? I wrote this a while back when I was sick and bored and decided to post this. Like or hate it. Whatever. But please review if you have time.