(A/N: Okay, so I saw the movie ''Wreck-It Ralph a few days ago, and I really got caught by the credit's song, ''When Can I See You Again?'' So, I decided to write a POK story based on said song. This is just a prologue, and a short one at that, but it will become longer later.)
Silence. I am silence. No noise. Nothing that can give away my position. Nothing that can let it know that I'm here. Not until I can do what I have to do.
My feet are light, like feathers, dancing to the wind over hard, concrete ground, making no sound or anything audible whatsoever. I draw in regular breaths, oxygen quickly surging throughout my entire body, supplying it with what it needs as I stay completely silent, silent.
The tr5ees are completely still around me, their branches full with leaves. There is no wind as of now, but that does not affect me in any way. I am independent, and I don't need anyone else. Not since he left…
My grip on the bow in my hands tighten somewhat as I am momentarily distracted by my distraught thought. I do my best to push them aside as I try to let my more primal instincts have the most of my attention. I notice that this distraction has taken affect, because I hear a slight noise beneath me. I manage to prevent the gasp of surprise that is about to pass my lips as I realize my mistake. I stay completely still as the head of the deer that I have set my sights on snaps up in alert, its eyes scanning the surrounding areas. Fortunately, I am completely obscured by a set of foliage, and I successfully stay hidden as the deer calms and lowers its head again, continuing to eat of the grass.
As slowly and quietly as I can, I pull out one arrow from the brown quiver fastened to my back. I secure the wooden shaft of it between the insides of my right index and middle fingers, drawing a completely noiseless breath of preparation as I aim the bow in front of me, ever so slowly placing the arrow in front of the string, pulling backwards, using all the strength I can muster.
Just as I let go of the arrow, it flies through the air as the string of the bow emits a quiet twang, the deer's head immediately snapping up with a snort. Not half a second before the deer is about to take off, the arrow finishes its flight, and pierces the throat of the deer. With a shrill cry of pain, the animal falls to the ground, screaming loudly as the venom coating the arrow starts to take effect, paralyzing the deer and preventing it from running. I cringe slightly at hearing the deer's piercing cries of agony as I rush over to its fallen form. When I reach it, I pull out a hunting knife from a satchel secured around my belt. I gently grip the deer's forehead with one hand as I prepare the knife in the other. The deer looks at me, and I can see the panic in its eyes, its cries of anguish having gone over to almost inaudible, slow gasps as its breathing is rapidly slowing. I gently caress its head, my face remaining emotionless.
-''Requiescat in pace…'' I mumble to the deer as I stab the knife into its abdomen, now making short work of its suffering. It looks at me one last time, its expression hollow and glassy as it is drawing its dying breaths. I make a soft noise as I see the life drain out of the deer. It almost looks as if it's pleading to me, asking me to make the agony stop. Well, now I have. With one last nerve tingle in one of its legs, it stills. Its head falls limp, and its chest stops heaving up and down, no longer needing to draw in any breath. I silently stand up, pulling out some rope from a pack I'm carrying and proceed to hang it up in one of the trees, making sure it's out of reach for any predators. I'm used to doing this after these four years, and I leave the carcass hanging for the patrolling guards to find and give to the starving district of the village. I once again pull up my hood, concealing my face completely as I start making my way back to the castle, my hunting done for the day.