Even though she possessed the rare gift of magic, her mother still insisted on teaching her how to hunt and track.
And that day, as she searched the dark woods for monsters to slay, she was thankful for that fact. It gave her a purpose, something useful to do.
With her surroundings reeking of wild magic, it could be tricky to pick up the right scent. With the heavy snowfall, footprints were wiped out in seconds.
But she was swift, swift as a runecrow, and she drew ever nearer to her prey.
Author's Note: A runecrow is a fantasy creature I made up, but before this little story I never had a chance to use it. Also, as you might have guessed after reading this story, it is a VERY fast bird.
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Tiny Stories
Short StoryA collection of 100 word stories, based on two prompt list challenges. The first 100 stories will be based on general themes, the last 100 will be based on a list of 100 emotions. *COMPLETED*
