Suddenly a branch laying in the middle of the path breaks her thoughts, and sends her crashing to the ground. The forest bursts to life at the noise. Birds dash into the blackness of the night, while a small creature runs into the safety of the brambles. Her quiver full of redwood arrows rattles, as the girl hoists herself back to her feet; hands and knees now burning. Once she’s standing she inspects her bow. It’s fine. Phew. She turns her attention ahead of her. For some reason, while in her land of fantasy, she’d missed the nearing silhouette of a building. Heart beating faster, she begins to near the wooden structure. Time shows its toll on the old thing, as the girl approaches. Ivy now laces itself on the rotting oak panels, and spider webs hang everywhere. There’s no visible entrance from this side, so the girl rounds the corner. Still nothing. She steps lightly, as to not set off any maybe traps. People say the guy who once lived here was often full of surprises... Only the wind through the trees, make a sound; the breeze rustling her the loose strands of her ponytail. A glint catches her eye and her heart springs from her chest. There, hanging from the roof, is a silver camera.
There she climbs, shadow her clothing, fear her guide. The city below dissolving into the freezing night. Her mind is a spinning chaos. “I need to find them.” She whispers into the piece of cloth concealing her mouth and noise. The dust of the mountain swirls into her face as she trudges down a beaten path along with the sweet smell of pines. “Don’t stop now.” A thorn bush appears from the night and blocks her path. This place must have not been used in ages… The girl holds out her empty hand, and gently swaying it in the breeze. The bush follows her movement, it’s moon-lit leaves gently rustling. A slight smirk spreads across the girl’s face. Her hand glides to the right, drawing the bundle of leaves and branches with it. A startled sparrow leaps out of the tree, the sound breaking the girl’s connection with the foliage. The plant, however, is now out of the path so she continues on her way. With every step she dives deeper into thought. Memories of the hours before her journey. A smile from a friend, a promise, the tick of a clock.
She glances down at her left arm. A white bandage protects her once bloody wound. A small shudder washes over her at the sight. The sharp claws of a tracker, once embedded itself in the girl’s skin. Watching and waiting, for a wrong move. Her hands begin to tingle at the thought, as droplets of sweat form on her palms. What if they already knew what she'd stumbled upon? What if they make him pay? She clings to the redwood bow in her right hand, forcing her legs not to sprint back to the city. Nothing can happen to him. Not Ben. “Be careful.” His voice seems to ring in her ears. “Make sure you're there tomorrow. They’ll know something off if you’re not.” The young medic had hugged her after that. The girl smiles at the surprising memory. He’d hardly hugged her before then. Maybe once or twice, but not often, not like this. He was usually a more 'kept to himself' kinda guy.
Suddenly a branch laying in the middle of the path breaks her thoughts, and sends her crashing to the ground. The forest bursts to life at the noise. Birds dash into the blackness of the night, while a small creature runs into the safety of the brambles. Her quiver full of redwood arrows rattles, as the girl hoists herself back to her feet; hands and knees now burning. Once she’s standing she inspects her bow. It’s fine. Phew. She turns her attention ahead of her. For some reason, while in her land of fantasy, she’d missed the nearing silhouette of a building. Heart beating faster, she begins to near the wooden structure. Time shows its toll on the old thing, as the girl approaches. Ivy now laces itself on the rotting oak panels, and spider webs hang everywhere. There’s no visible entrance from this side, so the girl rounds the corner. Still nothing. She steps lightly, as to not set off any maybe traps. People say the guy who once lived here was often full of surprises... Only the wind through the trees, make a sound; the breeze rustling her the loose strands of her ponytail. A glint catches her eye and her heart springs from her chest. There, hanging from the roof, is a silver camera.
What NFM said! xD It's good to see more parts out! I just love the way you described Willow using her element and creeping up the mountainside. So enchanting! You do a great job writing tension.
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Goodbye LMBs...