I wrote this moment-in-time piece for one of my best friends, Liyah, for Christmas. =]
Moonlight lit up the forest glade casting stark shadows. All but what was hiding in the darkness gleamed in the silvery light. A black and white world. Ancient, towering trees rose like endless columns to support the ceiling of sky. Countless stars stared down at the grassy floor.
Silence.
These were the woods that Eithne moved soundlessly through. With long, straight hair, lithe body, and pointed ears, her race was obvious. She stole through the forest, moving from shadow to shadow. Looking, searching, hunting.
Patience.
Then she saw it. A flicker of movement. A feeling slowly filled her. She had found what she was looking for. She noiselessly pulled an arrow from her quiver. Fully drawing back her bow, she sat in wait for the perfect opportunity. An opportunity that WOULD come. She breathed in and out slowly. Time slowed in the enchanted wood. Her heart beat. She watched. She waited.
Aim.
The target moved. It was time. One.. She breathed deep and held it. Two... She took perfect aim. Three... She let her arrow fly.
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