Chapter 2
Ezaria closed her eyes. The boys face was stuck in her mind. She had told the wolf to watch over him. She watched through the years as he grew up and turned into a huntsman of great valor.
It was the middle of winter. The wolves were all staying together in a cave with the huntsman. The sight of them sleeping in a bundle was too adorable. The huntsman woke with the intention of getting food. There was nothing to gather and being winter, it was hard to find anything to kill. He put on the boots he'd bartered off a gypsy carriage and his hunting jacket. It wasn't easy to walk in it but it was warm.
He crawled around the forest for hours. The sun was halfway up the sky when he noticed an animal at a creek. It was still young. But it meant that there were older ones nearby. It also meant that spring was on its way.
He searched around for the others and found them hiding between some bushes. He knew that shooting one arrow could kill more than one. And that, he did not want to do.
He threw a rock and they scattered, and as soon as he had one on its own, he shot it. His heart broke.
"Someone has to die, so that someone can live." A voice startled him. He quickly turned towards the voice aim at the ready. And just as quickly, he dropped his aim. That face. He'd seen it before.
"You have not aged a day." He said bemused.
She answered with a sweet smile. The sun broke through the leaves, illuminating her in a very magical way. She looked as astonishing as she did the day she saved him.
"I have been looking for you." He said. She smiled wider.
"I've always been here."
"I know." A hint of sadness in his voice. "Don't leave again." He pleaded.
She saw into the future. She saw everything. And decided to change it.
"I won't go anywhere."