“In Need of a Champion”
In Need of a Champion
405 words
I hate this place. This forest full of creatures and plants, birds pulling at my hair, apples falling on my feet, grass staining the bottom of my gown. Even the trees and flowers seem to mock me, their rich hues and graceful curves overshadowing my beauty. But I have my mission. The hunter I need is in the woods today, stalking the deer. He will be my champion in the games on the Mount. I've been watching him. He's agile and swift, his arrows fly true, he's intelligent and not a little cunning. He will beat the other god's representatives, by skill or by deception, I care not which.
Ah, he's coming. I sit on a tree stump, spreading my teal skirt around me, and wait. He approaches slowly, warily. He nears and I see the surprise in his face when he recognizes me, wandering no doubt why I am here. He falls to his knees...