Chapter 2

Today would have been a day like any other, I would have had to go down to the village and just buy a few things for the week, besides I would have then hunted, oh yes ... when you have so much time you have to learn to make the most of the other senses left , besides, I was not alone, or so I believed it.

But I feel that today he will arrive, but I am not yet ready on how to deal with him, who knows if he too will know of my existence.

It has been a while since my dreams have turned into something more real, true and meaningful, but with each awakening the dream begins to fade slowly and furthermore my vision seems to have returned in it.

When I wake up I have tears in my eyes and I call someone ... but I don't understand who he is, but I know for sure that today is the day we will meet, the day and date correspond in the dream.

Putting all these thoughts aside, I started my usual day, a hot bath, breakfast, feeding my friend Blitz and then hunting for some rabbit or bird.

I got dressed and took the bow and arrows with me, once ready, I took a deep and long breath before opening the door and walking towards the intended meeting.

The forest knew how to surprise you every time with its wonderful sounds and songs of birds, the wind that touches you and brings with it all the smell of greenery and streams.

The sun that caresses your skin with its warm rays is something relaxing that warms my heart every time.

My hearing and smell are my strongest and most trained senses, so I decided to focus. 

While I was listening to the smallest movement of an animal, the bow with its arrow was ready to shoot at any moment.

Here it is !!!

I feel movements!  She is running like crazy, coming from my left and soon ... she will find herself right ... "BAM" ... in front of me.

I pick up the snare tied to the arrow and I take back my prey and with it I get ready to go to a nearby lake and clean up my lunch.

To get there I created a path, making small incisions in the trees, like arrows to follow.  That's how I adjusted to my new situation.

At the beginning I thought I could not make it, I was always depressed and I wanted so much to get back what was taken away from me ...

I still remember what my mother said to me.

"Memory of the past"

"Hope! HOPE! WANT TO LISTEN TO ME PLEASE ??? You have to be careful my baby, you can't do what you want without first thinking about the consequences!"  My mother said in a serious tone, I was behaving like a rebel for the umpteenth time and despite being sick she was close to me at all times.

"Concluded memory "

Yeah ... if you overdo it you can be punished, scolded and maybe humiliated, but no, I had to lose everything.

How could I ever have thought that by calling there we would have had an accident?

If I had waited for them in the police station, would it have been different?

All these questions and thoughts there I kept having day and night, asking myself what could I do now to get up?

The first thing was to find a place to be quiet and heal, then the next step was just learning.

Back in the present, I arrived at my destination and started cleaning up the lifeless rabbit ... but I feel a strange presence, someone watching me.

Something

At the thought my heartbeat speeds up and my body starts to sweat cold, taking a deep breath I tried to calm my throbbing and agitation until I was listening to something again.

The air I breathe is heavier and more metallic, difficult to describe, I think he is in one of the trees, I think he is on another one behind me, the third to be precise a little further back, I feel that the leaves are falling more easily and the branches are weighted down.

I reminded myself that I know him, I don't have to be afraid, but if he thinks I am his prey he is wrong, but still the problem of how to approach him remains, I could wait and see if he ever comes out.

I had to implement a plan, but which one ???

With a sigh of exasperation I tried to pretend nothing happened and continued to clean my dinner, in the meantime I started humming a song one of the old ones that my mother sang to me.

She was a dreamer, she saw me as a princess and she had her world of hers, she was a very carefree and sweet person.

She could play most instruments, but her favorite was the piano which was also her strong point, that's how she met my father, at an opera where my father was the spectator and she played divinely that's how my father described it.  Also he said that when she sang, all the people married her eyes and seemed to be dreaming of her.

This is what I was thinking as I started singing the song ...

" So this is love, Mmmmmm

So this is love

So this is what makes life divine

I'm all aglow, Mmmmmm

And now I know

The key to all heaven is mine

My heart has wings, Mmmmmm

And I can fly

I'll touch ev'ry star in the sky

So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of

Mmmmmm

Mmmmmm

So this is love"

I've always liked the Cinderella song and how my mother sang it made me think of a love of my own, but now I only have a bow and an arrow.

I wanted so much to dance with someone I love instead of being blind and alone ... here ... the anger and remorse were resurfacing again.

"I KNOW YOU ARE THERE! HOW LONG DO YOU THINK ABOUT STAYING IN YOUR HIDDEN HUNTER YAUTJIA?

I WILL NOT HAVE A SIGHT BUT I FEEL YOUR PRESENCE ... And I've been waiting for you!

We have a lot to discuss Arok! ".

Now let's see if my prey will come out.