The snaps and cracks of bone dry branches echo through the twisted wood as the young boy attempted to escape from his pursuer. The child darted between the gnarled oaks and continued to sprint for his life. Each of his useless weapons had been abandoned long before this moment, however the boy longed for the slight protecting his father’s dull sword would offer him. The labored breaths of the exhausted child grew louder as the unseen beast drew nearer. He continued to sprint until, in the brief moment of trying to observe his pursuer, he lost sight of the menacing tree angrily twisted in his path. As his vision faded to black all he could remember was the gnashing mouth filled with white daggers. When he awoke his head throbbed with
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At the sound of Hecate’s grandmotherly voice, warm as a hearth and as ancient as an oak, he dared to peek at the witch. The crouched figure sat in a pool of flowing robes, each fashioned from grand tapestries spun in gold and the finest silk; much of her garb had faded with her age but her grandeur never diminished. The skin of her face was carved with canyons and scars. A veil hung over her crooked nose to hide her blind eyes. Finally the boy observed the storm of white curls crackling with the witch’s power. She offered a knowing smile as the little boy began to retell his …show more content…
As the boy grew, he developed into an excellent hunter. With his hand fashioned bow, he would always bring enough food for his father and himself. By the time he endured his eighth winter the boy was able to feed the entire village. After the last of the frost had melted and the world was met with velveteen buds and bright leaves news of Jaecar’s skill had reached the Huntsman King’s court. The boy’s presence was requested along with each of the young knights of the land. Jaecar spent his days honing his archery and swordsmanship; for such a young child to be called with the greatest warriors was the highest honor Jaecar had ever received. When the day had come and the boy was ready to train with the royal huntsmen the village would celebrate his departure for the King’s court. Unfortunately, that day would never
At the sound of Hecate’s grandmotherly voice, warm as a hearth and as ancient as an oak, he dared to peek at the witch. The crouched figure sat in a pool of flowing robes, each fashioned from grand tapestries spun in gold and the finest silk; much of her garb had faded with her age but her grandeur never diminished. The skin of her face was carved with canyons and scars. A veil hung over her crooked nose to hide her blind eyes. Finally the boy observed the storm of white curls crackling with the witch’s power. She offered a knowing smile as the little boy began to retell his …show more content…
As the boy grew, he developed into an excellent hunter. With his hand fashioned bow, he would always bring enough food for his father and himself. By the time he endured his eighth winter the boy was able to feed the entire village. After the last of the frost had melted and the world was met with velveteen buds and bright leaves news of Jaecar’s skill had reached the Huntsman King’s court. The boy’s presence was requested along with each of the young knights of the land. Jaecar spent his days honing his archery and swordsmanship; for such a young child to be called with the greatest warriors was the highest honor Jaecar had ever received. When the day had come and the boy was ready to train with the royal huntsmen the village would celebrate his departure for the King’s court. Unfortunately, that day would never