Silence
I watched as he turned beneath me. He looked around himself, searching the trees for what me. Just as he had a hundred times before, he knew I was close. I climbed to the other side of the tree trunk as his gaze passed over the tree I was sitting in. He drew his sword and stared at the tree. Did he know I was there? I silently pulled my knife from my belt and slipped down onto the branch below. I peered around the trunk to see where his gaze lay. He was gone.
I breathed a sigh of relief, jumped down to the ground and sheathed my knife. I walked quickly from tree to tree, always looking about me. He was still around here somewhere. He had been following me for so long, I couldn't believe how well he'd tracked me. Miles and miles I'd run and still he as right behind me. Through forests, plains and towns he'd followed me.
I came to a large beech tree and sprung up into its branches. I poked my head out of the tree branches and surveyed the area. He was nowhere in sight. I slipped back down to the lowest branch and climbed to the ground, using the hard, broken bark like a ladder. My feet rested on the soft forest floor. I turned to find my way out and came face to face with an arrowhead.
'Crap' I squeaked
He had found me, and now had an arrow pointed at my forehead. He glared at me and gave a kind of grin. Sweat dipped from my brow. He nodded in the direction of my belt. I slowly drew my knife and threw it on the ground. Crap.
I watched as he turned beneath me. He looked around himself, searching the trees for what me. Just as he had a hundred times before, he knew I was close. I climbed to the other side of the tree trunk as his gaze passed over the tree I was sitting in. He drew his sword and stared at the tree. Did he know I was there? I silently pulled my knife from my belt and slipped down onto the branch below. I peered around the trunk to see where his gaze lay. He was gone.
I breathed a sigh of relief, jumped down to the ground and sheathed my knife. I walked quickly from tree to tree, always looking about me. He was still around here somewhere. He had been following me for so long, I couldn't believe how well he'd tracked me. Miles and miles I'd run and still he as right behind me. Through forests, plains and towns he'd followed me.
I came to a large beech tree and sprung up into its branches. I poked my head out of the tree branches and surveyed the area. He was nowhere in sight. I slipped back down to the lowest branch and climbed to the ground, using the hard, broken bark like a ladder. My feet rested on the soft forest floor. I turned to find my way out and came face to face with an arrowhead.
'Crap' I squeaked
He had found me, and now had an arrow pointed at my forehead. He glared at me and gave a kind of grin. Sweat dipped from my brow. He nodded in the direction of my belt. I slowly drew my knife and threw it on the ground. Crap.