disclaimer: don't own +anima.
Eya POV
So, so, so tired. But I couldn't stop. Not yet. I wasn't home.
Running. I usually tried to avoid it, because my +Anima, the wolf, always tried to come out, but it was always necessary on the way home from the old part of the forest. My ears gave me forewarning to any travelers and my feet moved much faster along the forest floor when in wolf form. The tail was just decoration.
Besides, nobody was around to see me anyway. Or at least, I'd thought nobody was around, because suddenly a shout from above made me stumble in my running.
"Hey!"
I immediately looked up to see a kid with black wings soaring high up. +Anima? Probably. Black wings, meaning a crow or a raven or something. And he'd seen me--he was circling, trying to come down.
I hitched my pack further up on my back and kept running, going faster now. You don't see many +Anima around, even if you are one, and these days people tried to avoid them even more than they used to.
"Hey, wait up!" the winged boy shouted. I glanced up again and saw him squinting through the trees, trying to keep an eye on me. "Stop!"
I put on another spurt of speed before taking a sharp left and coming to a complete stop, ducking under a big tree. Hopefully the boy wouldn't see me through its dense leaves.
It worked. Crow Boy shot right over, not seeing me, still shouting for me to stop. His voice soon faded, even to my heightened sense of hearing.
I closed my eyes, breathing a sigh of relief as I leaned back against the trunk of the tree.
Too close, I thought. He almost caught me.
Even though I knew nobody in town was a +Anima, I couldn't take chances. If anybody found out, I'd never be allowed back in town.
I mean, my current status was peaceful--nobody from Atley came up to the "abandoned" mansion on the hill, so I was relatively un-bothered. I came down three days a week to help out the town carpenter, Mr. Reese; on the days I wasn't in town, I was in the forest, cutting up wood to bring to the workshop next time I got there. Today had been a forest day--the bag on my back was full of freshly-cut wood, samples for what Reese would use to make his next big project.
But if that kid, the crow boy. . .if he told anybody about me, Reese would kick me out. Nobody would give me a job and I'd have to move. I hoped Crow Boy was just a traveler and would be gone before I ran into him again. I liked Atley--I didn't want to leave.
I took a deep breath and started to run again, heading for the mansion on the top of the hill. Heading for home.
so yeah--this idea's been running around in my head for a while now, so i finally decided to see if anyone wanted to read it. tell me if you liked it, didn't like it, or if it's just plain horrible. i'll put up another chapter if i get any reviews saying they want the story to go on.
so please review this one. thanks!
