Lily was running, her breaths falling short as her frail legs running as far as she could. She made a mistake that she could now not take back.

   Her soft dirty black hair flowing Her hair as she tried to keep her icey blue eyes watching the trail infront of them.

   Sticks and leaves crushing under her bare feet. Her white dress getting tattered as she gets poked on her ten year old legs with various bushes.

   Growls can be heard as she ran, before she stumbled over a rock. As she stumbled the creature took this as an opportunity to pounce.

   A shrill scream ripped from her throat as she was tackled the beast attacking her throat. The scream was voilently cut off leaving the sound of  birds flying away as the only sound of the wood.

   Soon a howl shoot through the deep silence like a rocket.

   Signaling the young child was dead, and they had just threw away their shot.