8/2/22 The Arrogant Archer

 The Arrogant Archer

Her flowers were dying. The beautiful mess growing from her head was wilting away. Her leg had been struck by an arrow, the tip coated in poison. She limped away, trying to escape the unknown archer.

As the poison spread, she grew pale. Her skin quickly faded from its soft glowing blue, to a pale almost white. Her breaths grew heavy and her muscles clenched every step was a battle. 

She could hear a man laughing behind her, as footsteps brushed through the leaves. Realizing escape was impossible she dropped to the ground, relieving her legs from the pain of holding up her body. 

The archers walked over to her and bent down over her slim body covered with leaf clothing. He eyed her like an animal as she lay there, struggling to stay alive as the poison coursed through her veins.

Finding a flower that had not yet died, the archer plucked it from her head. She screamed out in agony, most of the air that was left in her lungs.  

“Why?” she breathily asked, as tears flowed to the forest floor.

“Your kind aren’t welcome in these woods, or anywhere if you ask me,” the man replied harshly.

She lay among the leaves and twigs as her internal systems started shutting down. She knew these were her last moments. In an act of revenge for this utter hatred, she mustered up all her strength. Grabbing hold of a small pinecone on the ground she hurled it towards the archer.

The pinecone immediately dug itself into the ground, took root and a tree emerged, right below his feet. Impaled by the rapidly growing tree, the hunter's body rose to the sky, joining the treetops of the evergreen forest. 

On the ground she died, the poison reaching her heart, but not without taking her revenge, and ridding the world of an arrogant archer. 


The End

8/2/22

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