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Chapter 14 Wild
Previously...
EPOV
I could have berated myself all evening for not insisting upon us taking shelter. The storm seemingly came out of nowhere, and I was so worried she would get hurt. I placed her small body in between a tree trunk and myself and quickly held a fur over our heads to attempt to keep us dry.
Unfortunately, that did not work out very well, because I awoke to her lifting my head while kneeling over me. Becoming aware of a sharp pain in my side, I groaned. I heard Isabella telling me it is not too bad and she will take care of it. She expertly dresses my wound and I am feeling a lot better.
Off in the distance, I can just discern the outline of the cave.
"Isabella, we should go. Your clothes are still damp, and we are not far now."
"Yes, I cannot wait," she sighs happily.
We hurry along through the woods and to a meadow of rolling hills and lush green grass. There are flowers scattered everywhere
"Edward," she excitedly shouts and points, "is that it?"
I chuckle, "Yes that would be it my love. We are almost there."
She lets go of my hand and runs up the hill toward the cave in the distance. I follow her, though not running in the least.
Seeing her reach the top of the hill, I start to feel and hear a great rumbling coming from the ground. I notice she has no time to move out of the way, so I do the only thing I can. Quickly, I grab and topple her to the ground with me covering her completely.
Isabella and I shake with the ground as these huge beasts come closer and closer. I whisper in her ear over and over that I love her and I am so sorry for bringing her here. When she does not respond, I realize she must have fainted again; she has been doing that a lot lately. It is just as well I think to myself, she need not be awake as we are trampled to death.
Just before we are about to become one with the dust, the mighty beasts slow, parting into a graceful arc. As I stare up in wonderment at them, they continue to pass by. I notice each one's long narrow head is easily higher than any man's is and they have these bowed necks that flow down to a flat back. They each have four legs, a tail, and they vary in color from white, brown, black, reddish hues, tan, and gray. I have never seen an animal that could equal their beauty.
Every single one of them has hooves like deer, but they are much larger. Their tails come down in long strands of hair similar to ours. They also have hair like that coming off their neck and down their forehead as well.
As the dust starts to settle and the ground stops shaking from their force, I notice there is one lone beast standing stock still in front of us.