It has been a while since I’ve actually written fiction, so I’m not terribly sure how well it’s going to go or whether I’ll even continue it. Anyhow, here is the first part of what I’ve written so far. Enjoy.
Vella looked down below from the treetops, bow ready in hand. Her eyes scanned the undergrowth for any game she could hunt. It was a quiet day – she barely caught anything today. There was no breeze. It was too quiet.
Frustrated, she stood up from the tree branch she was sitting on. Sometimes you’d get bad days but this was certainly out of the ordinary. With a swift ease she started scaling down the tree down to the undergrowth below when a cold chill ran up her back and arms. She paused as soon as she could and drew her bow, scanning the forest. Nothing. Vella hopped down the final branch with a cat-like grace and carefully made her way to her camp.
As she approached her camp she saw at the campsite a figure. Metal plate armour. Perhaps they finally found her, but it was odd that there was only one. Normally the knights would search in twos or threes.
Peering from the bushes she could clearly see the heavily armoured person poking around at her belongings. The figure sported a heavy broadsword on its back and a crest of the Kingdom emblazoned on its shoulder piece. It’s definitely human. Arrow fully drawn, ready to shoot, she called out. “What are you doing at my camp?” The figure whirled around in surprise, unsure of where the voice came from. “Careful, or you’ll find an arrow between your eyes.”
“I was separated from battle and got lost in the woods,” a raspy voice quivered. Vella could tell that the figure was parched. After a short pause the figure added “It has been days. Could you at least show yourself?”
Slowly she stood up from the undergrowth, arrow still trained on the figure. “There’s a waterskin beside the tent. Take that and get out of here.”
It was hard to see the face under the full-faced helmet, but you could tell the expression turned from caution to unfriendliness. “An elf,” it growled.