"The way the crow
hook down on me
The dust of snow
from a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
a change of mood
And saved some part
of a day I had rued
~Robert Frost"

She placed the aged book inside her leather pouch near her waist and sighed "Three hundred years huh." Sitting at the very top of a redwood she looks off into the distant and notices smoke off in the direction of what she calls 'the forest giant'. "That's weird there shouldn't be any hunters in that direction today."As if to prove her weird feeling, birds started to fly away from the smoke.

At that instant she grabs her bow and arrows and jumps from her perch, landing on another trees branch. Jumping from tree to tree she reaches a frozen river and jumps down. "The river." She whispers as she stares at the ice, a border she was told never to cross.
Taking a deep breath she leaps once in the air and lands on the other side. Without stopping she climbs onto a tree and continues toward the smoke. When she was close enough she paused, observing the area.
"A fireplace...?" she says staring as she prepares herself to jump down, when suddenly there was a whistling noise coming from the bushes nearby. Moving to the next tree she spots a dark figure moving around the bush and quickly prepares her arrows. Aiming at the dark figure she steadies her breathing to shoot.
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A/N
Hello. So um I'm kind of nervous because this is one out of 3 stories that I'm planning on publishing in the near future(if people like it). I worked hard thinking of different ways to begin and describe the winter wonderland scenes playing in my head. Please comment and vote.
I hope you like it.
💙Luna