1 The Hunt

It's early Dawn in the Red Stone Valley in the forest of the Wisps. Jasmine is sitting behind a bush, she can see her breath as it rises in the cool mist of the Forest morning. Fog covered the floor of the forest like a wispy white blanket, the sun just rising over the mountain range It shines streaks of light through the trees, as if to greet her with a warm smile. She flexes her hands to warm them up, then silently pulls an arrow from the quiver beside her. After doing so she knocks the arrow to her bow. Bow and arrow in hand she heads up the slope ahead of her. She walks in silence, her foot steps barely audiable. As she progressed up the slope she could see the clearing neer the gate blue lake, she made a mental note to stay down wind from the lake as to not scare away her pray. It was a warm spring morning Jasmine could not dream of a better place to be then her home. As the sun broke past the treeline of the valley a warm golden light flooded the field. Jasmine could smell the fresh blooming spring flower wake from thare winter sleep. Admiring the beauty of her home almost made her forget that she was on a mission. To find brakefast, so she took a deep breath to refocus her self and continued moving. She noticed a medium sized bolder neer the edge of the forest line so we decided that's whare sh would wait. She did not have to wait long for not a moment after she reached the rock a doe had emuged from the forest. getting low to crouch to the ground so she can get a few feet closer. Bow in hand she draws back the arrow and aims at the doe. But to her dismay her bow creaked under the strain, she pulled it back to fast. The does ears perked up in alert, "well it's now or never I guess" she thinks to her self. As she stands up to take the shot, she breaths in and out once more and let's lose her arrow.