Chapter Five
The Big Bad Wolves
When I was little, father always told me to stay away from the woods. From my view of the woods they were beautiful and enchanting. Oh how wrong I was. Inside the woods were dark trees and noises coming from everywhere. The snow wasn't helping either; I couldn't see anything far away. So my only hope was calling my father.
"Papa! Papa where are you?" Something dark moved in the trees, "Papa?"
The figure was moving swiftly so I couldn't see it.
"Papa Cough wait!" I was coughing more franticly now.
Great, now I am getting sick and I can't find my father. What else can go wrong?
All of a sudden a growl came from behind me.
The woods were best known for the wolves and their attacks on village folk that came into them. Now I was going to be the next victim.
I grabbed a stick nearby in a desperate attempt to frighten the wolf away by swinging at it. More growls were appearing as well as the creatures making them; more were coming out of the shadows, almost as if they were born from the depths of the dark that laid in the woods.
"Oh no." Was all I could muster as I noticed that there could be no way for me to defend myself against all of them.
It seemed that they waited on a cue to jump me all at the same time. One grabbed my cloak I was wearing and tore at is savagely, but it soon stopped and went for my arm. The others were cutting and scratching at my legs and face. Blood was all I could see.
"Help me…someone!" I yelled out into the night.
My voice came out in a forced yell. Then an even louder roar came from nearby, something large came over me and started to bite and tear at the wolves. Yelps, snipping, and growling filled the trees with noises of an attack. After a while, the wolves soon gave up and ran for it. The figure that saved me, and then turned to me.
So this is how it ends…I just wish I told Calostire…
Then everything went black. But the last this I heard was a faint voice say my name.
"Rose..."