I've been here all my life, living in complete solitude. I've prepared for anything that comes my way, but not the human race. They care about nothing but themselves, and have no mercy. After finding my way into a dangerous situation, I'm forced to abandon all Ive ever known for a new feeling inside.


2. Chapter One

     Although I've lived in complete solitude my entire life, other than the company of my father, I know a few things about society. 

     I know why we live out here in Romania, and why I can never be exposed to real life teenagers. Society doesn't accept you for who you are, they judge you for everything you do and say.

     I am not exactly sure of my age, but I know I am at the time where most girls take an interest in boys. Understandably, Father won't let me meet another human being, let a lone a boy. 

     I've been taught that men are a dangerous species not to be reckoned with. They have a manipulative personality, and a cold heart. 

     As I've seen on television, boys aren't depicted as stone-hearted creatures. I'm not sure who to believe for this, but I trust my Father is a wise man.

     I twist the sturdy arrow around a thin piece of wire and draw back the bow. I haven't seen any sign of game out here for three days, and Father isn't due back here for a remaining two. 

     My stomach growls in hunger as I pivet on my heel towards the intimidating forest. I realize my senses aren't as sharp as normal, due to the lack of food. 

     Although Father will not approve, I must go outside the borders to find some dinner. I trudge through the two feet of snow piled on the ground. 

     The haze in the distance along the mountainous horizon signify an upcoming storm. I look at the sun and predict if I should take the risk. It's about four o'clock. 

     Who knows how long it will take me to find a valuable animal? The growling in my stomach reminds me to find food fast or suffer. 

     I decide to take the risk and travel along the path to the Boundary Father had set for me when I was a child. The setting sun beyond the trees creates eerie shadows and blinds me from seeing anything else. 

     With my bow drawn, I step into the dark forest willingly. I'm not sure where I am headed, but somewhere other than here ought to be safe. 

     Something to my right rustles and I turn as quick as I can towards the noise. I focus my icy blue eyes to the snowy bush where an animal stirs. 

     My grip on the wire tightens and I flex my muscles. A vision of pure white wings sprouts from the shrub and I reflexively release my hold on the arrow. 

     The arrow spirals towards the dove and spears it down the middle. It drops like a rock in water as I dash over to the helpless bird. Swiftly, I remove the weapon from its chest, picking it up in my hands. 

     I can tell this isn't something I would like to eat. It's a small kill, and certainly not enough to satisfy my ravenous hunger. 

     I sign my forehead shoulders and heart and gently set the poor thing down on the snow-covered ground. 

     I twirl the arrow playfully on my index finger and lean against a tree. I admire the range of colors spewing from the distant sunset. Oranges, pinks, reds and yellows eliminate the sky with a fiery glow. 

     I decide to make camp here since I am too far into the woods to turn back now. I lay my weapons down and slide down to a sitting position. 

     Father won't be back for two or three days, so I have time to find me a hearty meal. 

     Before I know it, the forest sounds  lull me to sleep. 

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