Author Notes: I own the plot and characters in this story. Please enjoy this story. Reviews are always welcomed!
Prologue
"Hurry! He's gaining on us!" Marovin panted to his wife, who was running before him.
She turned her head and glanced behind her husband at the narrow path of the dead forest of Baroy Oak. It was made almost impossible to see through the heavy rain and the darkness engulfing the path and sky.
A few metres down, the path split in two.
"T-take the left path, quickly! We m-must stay together." Marovin stuttered to his wife, who was almost out of his view. A terrified look showed on his wife's face. She looked down at a brown, tattered blanket which she firmly held as she stumbled to the two split directions. Without hesitation she turned right and continued her panicked run through the dark horizon.
Now with his wife completely out of his sight, assuming she heard his direction, he took one more glance over his shoulder, only to witness a human figure emerging from the darkness of the path. Marovin's eyes widened and his pupils dilated, as adrenaline and fear struck his core at the very sight. The enormous figure overshadowing him. Before he was able to face back front and take the left path, a shock of lightning struck the ground before him, blinding him and sending him plummeting to the ground.
Marovin laid injured on his front, clenching his left wrist in tremendous pain. As he opened his eyes, the area surrounding him darkened with the shadow of the creature. The soft breaths of the being could be heard with the drops of rain hitting the trees and the leaves on the ground. Marovin squirmed to lay on his back, unable to lift himself up.
He was too weak.
Marovin gazed in fear as a pair of blood-red eyes lit. The vapour from it's breath became apparent. Marovin began to rapidly squirm back to his front and crawl away. But in seconds, the being had grabbed onto both of his legs. He dug his fingers into the muddy ground of the forest, in a desperate struggle to break free from the creatures clutches. The look of anger and strength appeared on Marovin's face. His teeth gritted as he tried hopefully to full his way forward. But it was no use. He had lost all his energy.
Marovin knew that this would be the end for him. Eventually, he released his fingers from the mud and he was dragged off into the blackened path he once ran.
As he was engulfed in darkness, he let out an almighty cry...
"KEIZA!"
His wife, Keiza, heard his scream and came to an immediate halt.
"... Marovin." She whispered under her breath, in a sorrowing tone. She turned back to discover she was the only person along this new path. A single tear began to stream down her cheek, only to be interrupted by a cry, coming from the tattered blanket. She gazed down at a baby, her very own baby.
A small, delicate baby girl wrapped comfortable within the blanket. Completely ignorant to her surroundings and the situation with her parents.
"Shhh... don't cry. You'll be safe now, Kira." Keiza whispered softly to her little one, comforting her.
Keiza pushed her way through the bushes at the side of the path and came across a small, young tree, with the trunk hidden from sight due to large leaves grown in the surroundings. Keiza approached the tree and knelt down beside it. She gave her baby Kira one final hug before placing her down by the tree trunk. Keiza then used one of the large leaves to protect Kira from the heavy rain.
Another tear rolled down Keiza's face as she turned around and headed back down the path.
Back in the direction she heard her husband's cry...