Warm. That’s what it was, the brisk ambiance of a seemingly forever lasting tranquillity which has absorbed the surrounding lands. Hardly anyone with the right sense would deem this anything but decent. The grand beauty of a bright warmth, illuminated even more so by the teasing show of flickers and silhouettes of not shadow but light caused by the heavily looming trees. The edge of this small kingdom was very much a paradise it it’s own right, even if there were others who didn’t always appreciate so. And even though it was off the commoners roads to experience such a sight, to those who made the venture would hardly be disappointed.

To the distance, or at least in the close proximity, a lake was fixated to the shore that surrounded it, upon which the wildlife, amphibious and bird alike took sanctuary in the paradise forged by nature and the paintbrush to her disposal. But to greater felicitate the elaborate artwork of her magnificence, the song of her own elegance, that of the natural denizens to offer thanks and praise caressed the ears of those present. Soothing, beautiful even, the music to the dynamic theatre of one’s own creation was just as tranquil as it was alluring, almost a dream to where a reality was only a conscious effort away.

“God damn it………”

The praise to unsettle the previous euphoria of calm, rolling from the lips of the unhappy male, he has been lost in this forest for months upon end. Having deserted the holy Crusader armies and attempted to defy gods judgement by fleeing he found himself in this place. Trapped, forever wondering aimlessly around it. Whoever he comes towards always runs away from him or mocks him. Other lost souls trapped within this taunting hell.

Why was it that people looked at him with a slanted head, he has felt lightly different since he got hear, after he murdered one of the animals and devoured it to keep himself alive he has not felt the same. He would sigh and slack over, moving forward, his feet leaving small footprints in the resting sun, the sunlight scattering throughout the tree tops. Truly this is a fate worse than death. To be forever wondering in a paradise that seemingly mocks you at ever turn and has done something to you that makes others avoid you, forever leaving you alone.
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There was never a time where one has been so confused. The white blanket blinded your eyes but at the same time drew you in at its magnificence.
Had there been some spell cast from Mother Nature to make you want to stay longer or was it the way the white crystals glittered in the lingering light as they fell from the gray sky to your feet.

One step after another, the snow pushed aside as if it was trying to escape from the warmth of the body so the crystals would not melt away; it was like stepping on sugar.
I had always believed that the snow was where I belonged, but I never thought it would rape me of everything I held close..
I was once someone’s daughter, but now I’m a child of the forest I suppose.
The wind danced around my neck, taking my sent along with it for the free ride, I watched, standing? no..sitting. It’s hard to tell what was happening.

It’s getting too cold and my fingers are frozen, my knuckles red and split, the snow was never like this to me before.
I have been wondering around now for hours it seems…my legs are falling in each step I take.
Heh..no wonder my knuckles are red…
I’ve been lying in the snow…
It gets really now..

You could run and run and run but you would never get anywhere….
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I stand there, my red hues darting from side to side, I am lost, trapped within this forest. To be a prisoner in mother nature. Ridiculous ! I am a crusader, a knight, everything bows to my whim, to my words. I cannot be trapped, but it is so, for days, weeks, even possibly months I have wondered through this desolated plains, trapped within this realm. Everything looks the same, each tree mocking me, my own tracks removed from me, the blanket of snow covering it with every step I take. Have I been walking in circles for all this time?

The white crystals glittered in the lingering light as they fell from the grey sky to my feet. I would simply snarl. The snow hitting my form, from the tip of my snow white hair, down to my metal boots. I would shiver and walk forward. My red cloak attached to me, fluttering in the wind behind me. I stagger forward and then I freeze. Not because of the coldness, but because I have spotted something. It has been days, weeks since I have seen another living creature but there right in front of me is what appears to be a small girl.

She was lying there in the snow, just resting peacefully as it appeared. The snow flacks that feel down onto her, they danced and twisted and turned in the wind before they landed at her side. It seemed that not even one snow flake touched her. My red hues would widen, and I would bite down hard on my white pale lip. All the colour has been drained from me, and I would feel a sharp pain, my teeth, they almost seem sharper and crimson blood would trickle down my pale face from my cut lip.

“A witch……….”

That is all that comes to my mind as I hide there behind a rather large tree, my eyes closing and my breathing almost halting as I rest there thinking of what to do, what should be my next plan of action. I should run out there, charge at her, and take her out, those monsters should burn, it is what I believe. Besides I have killed much more pathetic looking creatures, from old woman to young girls, killing this witch will bring me no difficulties and grant me a easy sleep after I do it.

My breathing would pick up lightly as I stand there behind the tree. I would shiver, my arms wrapping around me as I rest there for those brief moments as I contemplate what I am to do here and now. I have not encountered another human in this desolated realm. This forest is like a prison for the wicked. I know I have done wrong, I know that I have murdered and took from the weak and defenceless, but I never believed in witchcraft, in magic, or mother nature exacting revenge against those that ravage her lands.

But here I am, having been trapped here for what seems to me an eternity. And now finally I may have come across the one that has trapped me her. I know a spell has been cast onto me. I can feel it flowing through me veins, I have changed somehow. I don’t know how and I don’t what to know. Without a mirror or any over means of seeing my reflection I cannot see what’s wrong with me.

All I know is that I can see things sharper and more clear, my hearings is far better yet my ears feel warm and different. Something sways back and forth behind me at all times, but yet I can never turn around fast enough to see it. I had thought that it was woodland creatures mocking me, but I am yet to even spot one so far.

“That bitch………”

All I can come to is the conclusion that this woman right here right in front of me, laying down in thre snow, is the cause to all that’s has happened to me, and if I do not act now I will never rid myself out of this dump. So with that fresh in my mind, my right hand would move lightly and I would take a tight grasp of the handle of my blade that rests in its holder at my side.

“Need to make this quick….”
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The eyes of the innocent stay closed this winter night.

One stirs in her awaken slumber; the white flakes falling on her face were hardly visible, half alive to the world, half dead to danger. Her eyes as black as crows with the shine of red open to greet the world…

Blood…the shine of red, red blood…

Her eyes blurred the vision of what appeared to be a boy standing far away.. It was too hard to tell, her eyes were still adjusting to site.

- Don’t stir me from my sleep… im so cold, my bare body lays in this snow...pale white skin shown for the whole world to see, what I carry on my back is a torn little white dress which serves no warmth to the protection of my needs…please don’t judge me…I am no witch… -

He was running…not away, towards her!
Her black eyes widened at this and she scrambled to her knees, her face stunned to what was going to happen.
It was like time slowed down to her, everything was taking a life time to happen.
Her arms would rise to her face, her eyes shut tight.

” PLEASE DON’T HURT ME! “

She screamed as her kneed rose to her chest but constantly slipped in the snow, she was pushing herself against the tree, the snow backing up behind her, it was like a white coffin for this terrified girl.
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My blood faint eyes would catch her own. For that brief second as I would come out from behind the tree I would freeze. Was it fear or was it beauty, I could not tell as I quiver lightly. A whimper escaping my lips as I stare on aimlessly at this creature.

Then I would move, breaking out into a mad dash towards her. The witch would scramble quickly to her knees, she was fast but not that fast, fear has overtaken her and she is sloppy, she cannot even get up onto her own two feet to protect herself, a fitting end for such a disgusting being.

I would raise my sword up above my head, both hands clasped onto it tightly as I swing downwards, she would scream, covering her face and shouting out to me. Her eyes would shakily open, the tip of the blade is stuck in the snowy ground right before her, narrowly missing her, and the male that had done this casually leans on the hilt of the sword for support as his eyes gaze down into her own.

….Scared are we……

I speak in a mocking tone as I have spared her life for the time being, to kill such a defenceless creature is and, even by my standards. My snow white hair fluttering in the wind as I look down on this frail girl.

….What have you done to me, this is your doing isn’t it !….
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Run away…
Hide away…

Secrets hidden in your eyes…

Sacrifice…
Day and night…

No two eyes are alike.

Peering from the outstretch of her arms her hair hid most of her face as she looked up to the man who just tried to kill her…or scare the life out of her at that.
Her hands moved to her chest to hold herself as she shook, from the cold…from the scare…it was painfully obvious that she feared him…

And that blade…

He leaned too carelessly on it as if it was a fence, he swung it as if it was nothing to kill…it was nothing to kill…

He spoke…she must reply…

“ ..ooohh…. “

A shaken moan…but she must speak...he has that blade

“ ..N-no…I don’t know what y-your talking ab-bout…..please spare me! “

Even to her this was pathetic…but what could she do, she was never taught to defend herself, she was never taught anything, only to grow up to obey the one she called mother.
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I could see, sense the fear emitting of her. She was terrified and I was loving that. To have that much power over someone like this, it was just amazing. This is what power was, to hold life and death within my hands and decided what I wish to do with them, should I kill her or should I let her live. After all she was a pathetic excuse of a human.

I leaned too carelessly on my weapon as if I was leaning on a fence, I would smile as I would stare at her, my blade shimmering in the fading light as my eyes narrow down to her as she would moan out to me, ignoring me and not helping me.

….You lie to me, you have done something, I do not feel like me, something is different !….

what I would say was true, I have felt different and I look different, as the girl would sit there, unknown to me she would see what has been irritating me for a long time. From behind me a white ropey object would be seen, soft and fuzzy as it would freely and causally swing behind me. It was non other than a tail, long and soft looking it would swing back and fourth, poking out from under my red cape.

….Tell me now Witch !….

He would bite down hard onto his faint bottom lip. The crimson liquid would escape and pulsate out of it, his teeth no longer weak and fragile, now they are jagged and pointed, almost like fangs, exactly like canines. His red eyes would narrow down at the woman as the tail that is behind him would start growing longer as it was like almost bottle brush, well that was the appearance of it. White it was, snow white much like his hair, it was most definitely a tail, his tail now.

Yet he did not know about it, the tail obviously belonged to that of a wolf, and yet he was obviously towards it, it would seem that his angry towards this woman has shown his true colours. His eyes glaring at her, as he knows that there is something wrong with this snow that he stands upon and this forest in general.

….Answer me woman….

He would growl at the woman, taking a firm stance and holding onto his sword with both of his hands, his legs spread apart lightly as he would glare into her eyes. His tail flickering lightly as indeed a curse or something of those means has been placed onto him and it is only going to get worse as time goes by.
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You got it..
You got it..

Some kind of magic;


She’d shudder; the sword screams her name, blood shed and the tears!
It’s watching me, its shining my reflection and its screaming death.


Hypnotic..
Hypnotic..

Your leaving me breathless;


Why am I not running away?
Am I scared that he will cut me to pieces?
His eyes scream murder but yet I can’t bring myself to leave him.
I’m pushed up against this tree, its cold on my pail white back..
My fingers and toes have lost most feeling; bear foot.
Id slowly push myself up, my hands working their way up the tree, pushing up my body weight.
Staring, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me…you cant hurt the innocent, you cant hurt a child…
Please don’t hurt this child, she’s done nothing wrong.


I hate this..
I hate this..

You’re not the one I believe in... With god as my whiteness...


Her eyes would widen, and the sadness was drawn out, mixed with fear, and determination.
Determined that she would live, somehow the snow would pull through for her, no matter how much it hurt her…

Her eyes would please, and as they stared to his, they sparkled, it was no trick. She was sincere, she did not want to get hurt… she did not want to die.

” …Please……please…I don’t want to die.. “