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Authors: Neo Edmund
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Fantasy, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Teen & Young Adult, Paranormal & Urban, Mythology & Folk Tales, Fairy Tales
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this so-called Alpha Huntress.”
“I’m not saying that you’re going to become the Alpha. I’m saying you already are. Red Riding’s powers live inside you. The only thing you have to decide is if you have the courage to use your gift to become Wayward’s new high protector.”
Red caught a glimpse of something she had not noticed before: the wall above the entryway featured a painted image of a female werewolf wearing armor and a red cloak. She was in a fierce battle with a deity that Red somehow recognized as Ragnarok.
“You’re lying. I won’t believe it.” Red repeated this over and over as she backed away toward the door.
“You have to trust me, Red Riding. You must take up this calling, or terrible darkness will fall upon Wayward.”
“I’m leaving. Don’t follow me.” Red approached the door. “I’m not her. I never will be.”
“Red, it’s too dangerous to be out there on your own,” Ethan cried out. “You could be killed.”
Chapter 7
Red walked aimlessly through the dark woods, searching for the path back to Granny’s house. Each passing hour, left her feeling all the more hopeless. There was no doubt that she was utterly lost. The chances of her surviving the night were bleak as the temperature dropped to near freezing. She regretted her decision to ditch Ethan at the temple. The glimmer of hope that he might have followed her had long since faded from her thoughts.
As the night progressed, Red considered the things Ethan had told her. The more she thought about it, the more absurd it all seemed. She only saw herself as a poor orphan who had never done a spectacular thing in her life. The idea of becoming some kind of high protector didn’t make a bit of sense. She was certain there were others in Wayward far more worthy of such a great gift.
Just when things couldn’t get any worse, thunder roared out in the dark sky. A downpour of rain and chilling wind soon followed. Red shivered and shook as she sloshed across the muddy terrain.
She eventually found a hollowed out knot in the trunk of a tree, just big enough for her to fit inside. It was quite uncomfortable and smelled of mold, but she felt fortunate to have shelter from the storm.
It was far too cold to sleep, so she sat awake, watching the rain and listening to all the peculiar sounds of the woods. Some were strange and wonderful, while others were dangerous and even terrifying—trees creaked, insects chirped, and leaves fluttered or crackled from movement nearby and overhead. In the darkest hours of the night, she heard a monstrous roar followed by the terrified screams of a woman on the run. It ended with sounds that Red tried desperately to drown out by pressing her hands over her ears. The ordeal left her with a sinking feeling of shame for not doing anything to help.
By the time dawn broke, the rain had given way to a fine mist. Red hoped to have a better chance of finding her way back home in the light of day. She had not a clue where she was, nor could she even guess a direction to begin her search. The only thing she knew for certain was that hiding inside a hollowed out tree wasn’t going to get her anywhere.
Peering out of the tree, Red could see the creatures of the forest starting to emerge. If they felt safe out in the open, then it ought to be safe for her, too. She crawled out onto the wet grass and took a moment to stretch her cramped up muscles.
The crisp morning air was fragrant with wild flowers and other wonderful aromas. It made her empty stomach grumble with hunger, a feeling she knew all too well. She did a quick search around the area, hoping to find some sort of fruit or berries, but there wasn’t a sign of anything fit to eat.
A rhythmic thumping like a horse galloping erupted in the near distance. What made it so strange is that it was unclear which direction it was coming from, as if it was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
As it grew louder, Red considered playing it safe and
“I’m not saying that you’re going to become the Alpha. I’m saying you already are. Red Riding’s powers live inside you. The only thing you have to decide is if you have the courage to use your gift to become Wayward’s new high protector.”
Red caught a glimpse of something she had not noticed before: the wall above the entryway featured a painted image of a female werewolf wearing armor and a red cloak. She was in a fierce battle with a deity that Red somehow recognized as Ragnarok.
“You’re lying. I won’t believe it.” Red repeated this over and over as she backed away toward the door.
“You have to trust me, Red Riding. You must take up this calling, or terrible darkness will fall upon Wayward.”
“I’m leaving. Don’t follow me.” Red approached the door. “I’m not her. I never will be.”
“Red, it’s too dangerous to be out there on your own,” Ethan cried out. “You could be killed.”
Chapter 7
Red walked aimlessly through the dark woods, searching for the path back to Granny’s house. Each passing hour, left her feeling all the more hopeless. There was no doubt that she was utterly lost. The chances of her surviving the night were bleak as the temperature dropped to near freezing. She regretted her decision to ditch Ethan at the temple. The glimmer of hope that he might have followed her had long since faded from her thoughts.
As the night progressed, Red considered the things Ethan had told her. The more she thought about it, the more absurd it all seemed. She only saw herself as a poor orphan who had never done a spectacular thing in her life. The idea of becoming some kind of high protector didn’t make a bit of sense. She was certain there were others in Wayward far more worthy of such a great gift.
Just when things couldn’t get any worse, thunder roared out in the dark sky. A downpour of rain and chilling wind soon followed. Red shivered and shook as she sloshed across the muddy terrain.
She eventually found a hollowed out knot in the trunk of a tree, just big enough for her to fit inside. It was quite uncomfortable and smelled of mold, but she felt fortunate to have shelter from the storm.
It was far too cold to sleep, so she sat awake, watching the rain and listening to all the peculiar sounds of the woods. Some were strange and wonderful, while others were dangerous and even terrifying—trees creaked, insects chirped, and leaves fluttered or crackled from movement nearby and overhead. In the darkest hours of the night, she heard a monstrous roar followed by the terrified screams of a woman on the run. It ended with sounds that Red tried desperately to drown out by pressing her hands over her ears. The ordeal left her with a sinking feeling of shame for not doing anything to help.
By the time dawn broke, the rain had given way to a fine mist. Red hoped to have a better chance of finding her way back home in the light of day. She had not a clue where she was, nor could she even guess a direction to begin her search. The only thing she knew for certain was that hiding inside a hollowed out tree wasn’t going to get her anywhere.
Peering out of the tree, Red could see the creatures of the forest starting to emerge. If they felt safe out in the open, then it ought to be safe for her, too. She crawled out onto the wet grass and took a moment to stretch her cramped up muscles.
The crisp morning air was fragrant with wild flowers and other wonderful aromas. It made her empty stomach grumble with hunger, a feeling she knew all too well. She did a quick search around the area, hoping to find some sort of fruit or berries, but there wasn’t a sign of anything fit to eat.
A rhythmic thumping like a horse galloping erupted in the near distance. What made it so strange is that it was unclear which direction it was coming from, as if it was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
As it grew louder, Red considered playing it safe and
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