2 The Cold Nights 1.5

Dad? Have you ever seen baby bear?" says the child. "Shhh son stay quiet, we're not supposed to be down here at night. Now tell me we're was your sister when you last saw her?... hurry my son we don't have time to be fooling arou...". The father stopped midways as he saw his son was missing. He back tracked his steps, looked under the huge roots yet nothing. In panic of losing his two children he was about to shout their names completely ignoring the story's when he suddenly collapsed to the floor. He could not move, he could not speak. With eyelids partway open, a strange slim hooded figure came into view. The figure then rolled him completely face up and sat on him. Then it placed a hand on the fathers chest, with the other hand it reached into its robes and slid out a knife. The figure clearly brandished the knife to increase the Father's terror, for the knife was bloody all over. Panic struck him harder as he realized that that blood could most certainly be his son's and daughter's blood. He felt his hands twitch and realized it was at his own will. Feeling himself come into sense, he raised his hand as the figure was about to bring down its knife. The knife punctured through the fathers hand causing pain he had never felt before. The figure looked stunned at the action and quickly jumped of the man. Not quick enough, the figure felt its ankle get caught by a strong hand, it pulled it of its balance. The figure came down hard onto the forest floor, the father took the chance to jump onto the figure, with one hand he gripped the figures throat. With the other he pulled off its hood. Under the hood laid the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Startled ice blue eyes, eyebrows full and pointy, nose sharp and short. But most stunning was the stark white hair she had. He felt his grip loosen but quickly strengthened it. The girl haven lost her knife tried to fight back, but her strength had been greatly diminished by months of starvation she had been put to. Every time she had tried to hunt, Cloaks came in and ruined her hunt. She had felt this was the day she could finally eat, but again her attempts had been ruined, first the Cloaks came in and took the girl and the boy, then this man here had found a way out of her magic and is now killing her. The grip around her throat would have broken any normal human or elf's throat but being who she is, it didn't. Still she felt her self running out of air, and her hits were coming weak. She felt her hunger come back, her rage, her self pity, and the memories that still burden her with indignation. Then she found her self crying before this stranger who she had tried to eat. The father keep tightening his grip, rage filled his mind. He couldn't believe this girl had killed his children. Thoughts rushed through his mind, his vision blurred. Then he heard a whimper, his mind dull with rage, the sound came weak. The the whimpering grew louder and his vision cleared. The girl was crying. Her small hands wrapped around his arm trying to break away from his grasp. The sight broke the mans heart further more and he felt his grip involuntarily slip away. Yet not entirely, for he knew she was a deadly foe. Just when he was about to let go she suddenly went limp.