The Bandits
Disclaimer: Anything relating to Ella Enchanted I do not own, but the plot is mine.
(If you think that I might have copied something from your story, I am really sorry, sometimes I take stuff from other stories and don't realize it. I am not taking credit for it.)
The sun shined through the branches leaving trails of light across the forest floor. A young woman walked through the woodland. The many birds called their greetings to her as she passed under their homes. She was of medium height with soft brown, wavy hair that fell to mid back. Her eyes were light green which expanded into a deep forest green.
She was going to the gnome caverns where she sometimes stayed from time to time. It was the only other place besides the forest she felt welcome in. Natalia always traveled through the woods and stayed clear of the paths and roads. Mostly, it was because she didn't want to come across bandits. Always being on her own, Natalia never liked to interact with people in general.
It was midday and during the summer it could get really hot in the Elf's forest. Sometimes a stray breeze would filter through the leaves and branches but then drift a way and leave the heat behind.
As she was traveling along, she heard a commotion off to her left where the main road should be. It sounded bad, really bad. Curiously, she started running toward the sounds.
She came to the edge of the forest and hid behind a tree as she looked upon the scene before her.
There were five young men with swords drawn dressed in peasant garb although from what she could see the swords were of a much higher quality. They were fighting a mob of men who looked as if they hadn't had a bath all their life. They had piercings in their ears, noses and anywhere else they could put them. The clothes they were wearing were just tattered scraps of burlap barely hanging on them. Bandits. There was no doubt about that. There count was around twenty or so and she could see that the five young men wouldn't be able to hang on much longer considering the numbers.
Making up her mind, she cursed her good heart and stuck her two fingers into her mouth. Blowing a clear, sharp whistle into the air, the men stopped what they were doing and looked over in her direction. Birds of every kind flew out of the canopy and toward her call.
Natalia had made many friends in the forest during those long years. She and the birds came up with a language between them made up of whistles, tweets, chirps, and hand signals on her part.
Stepping from behind the tree Natalia called out to the bandits, "I'd stop what you're doing if I were you." She held up one finger towards the birds as they all hovered above them waiting for her to signal to them.
"They don't like it when people don't do as I say," She continued while still motioning towards the birds.
The meanest looking bandit among the group laughed and gruffly said, "You think we are going to listen to a girl and her little birdies." He smirked and laughed with his other comrades.
She glared at them and clenched her fist. That was it; nobody insults her like that and gets away with it. With all the birds' eyes on her, she signaled with her hands towards the ruff sort of men. At that they all nose-dived down toward the men and hit them repeatedly with their sharp beaks. All sorts of birds from the giant eagles to the smallest sparrow joined in the battle. Smiling at the shrieks that followed, she turned around and walked back into the cover of trees.
What she didn't know was that the one of the bandits was able to take out a bow and arrow. Drawing back the string, he released the tension.
The pain ripped into her shoulder, taking her to the ground. She cried out and bit her lip quickly to keep from giving them the pleasure of her pain. She brought herself up as much as she could and cautiously put her hand on her shoulder. Jutting from her skin was an arrow. She cursed herself for her stupidity, you never turn your back to the enemy. There was a lot of blood running down her back. She felt weak again and slowly lowered herself back onto the forest floor.
The corners of her vision were getting fuzzy. She closed her eyes and uttered a sigh before getting wrapped up into the blackness....
Author's note:
Oh! Did I just do a cliffhanger? *looks around innocently*
Please review! If I don't get enough reviews then I don't think I will continue this. Am I just wasting my time? Comments and suggestions are appreciated. Flames aren't
Disclaimer: Anything relating to Ella Enchanted I do not own, but the plot is mine.
(If you think that I might have copied something from your story, I am really sorry, sometimes I take stuff from other stories and don't realize it. I am not taking credit for it.)
The sun shined through the branches leaving trails of light across the forest floor. A young woman walked through the woodland. The many birds called their greetings to her as she passed under their homes. She was of medium height with soft brown, wavy hair that fell to mid back. Her eyes were light green which expanded into a deep forest green.
She was going to the gnome caverns where she sometimes stayed from time to time. It was the only other place besides the forest she felt welcome in. Natalia always traveled through the woods and stayed clear of the paths and roads. Mostly, it was because she didn't want to come across bandits. Always being on her own, Natalia never liked to interact with people in general.
It was midday and during the summer it could get really hot in the Elf's forest. Sometimes a stray breeze would filter through the leaves and branches but then drift a way and leave the heat behind.
As she was traveling along, she heard a commotion off to her left where the main road should be. It sounded bad, really bad. Curiously, she started running toward the sounds.
She came to the edge of the forest and hid behind a tree as she looked upon the scene before her.
There were five young men with swords drawn dressed in peasant garb although from what she could see the swords were of a much higher quality. They were fighting a mob of men who looked as if they hadn't had a bath all their life. They had piercings in their ears, noses and anywhere else they could put them. The clothes they were wearing were just tattered scraps of burlap barely hanging on them. Bandits. There was no doubt about that. There count was around twenty or so and she could see that the five young men wouldn't be able to hang on much longer considering the numbers.
Making up her mind, she cursed her good heart and stuck her two fingers into her mouth. Blowing a clear, sharp whistle into the air, the men stopped what they were doing and looked over in her direction. Birds of every kind flew out of the canopy and toward her call.
Natalia had made many friends in the forest during those long years. She and the birds came up with a language between them made up of whistles, tweets, chirps, and hand signals on her part.
Stepping from behind the tree Natalia called out to the bandits, "I'd stop what you're doing if I were you." She held up one finger towards the birds as they all hovered above them waiting for her to signal to them.
"They don't like it when people don't do as I say," She continued while still motioning towards the birds.
The meanest looking bandit among the group laughed and gruffly said, "You think we are going to listen to a girl and her little birdies." He smirked and laughed with his other comrades.
She glared at them and clenched her fist. That was it; nobody insults her like that and gets away with it. With all the birds' eyes on her, she signaled with her hands towards the ruff sort of men. At that they all nose-dived down toward the men and hit them repeatedly with their sharp beaks. All sorts of birds from the giant eagles to the smallest sparrow joined in the battle. Smiling at the shrieks that followed, she turned around and walked back into the cover of trees.
What she didn't know was that the one of the bandits was able to take out a bow and arrow. Drawing back the string, he released the tension.
The pain ripped into her shoulder, taking her to the ground. She cried out and bit her lip quickly to keep from giving them the pleasure of her pain. She brought herself up as much as she could and cautiously put her hand on her shoulder. Jutting from her skin was an arrow. She cursed herself for her stupidity, you never turn your back to the enemy. There was a lot of blood running down her back. She felt weak again and slowly lowered herself back onto the forest floor.
The corners of her vision were getting fuzzy. She closed her eyes and uttered a sigh before getting wrapped up into the blackness....
Author's note:
Oh! Did I just do a cliffhanger? *looks around innocently*
Please review! If I don't get enough reviews then I don't think I will continue this. Am I just wasting my time? Comments and suggestions are appreciated. Flames aren't