GENRE: MG Fantasy
Amadine crouched on the bank of a small stream. Loud crashing came from somewhere behind her. She held her small knife and peered through the branches. If men made the noise, Amadine would hide and let them pass. If it were trolls, she would scamper up the nearest tree. Trolls could not look up into trees. They could, however, smell you if you crouched in the bushes.
“I’ve caught up to you, Larkin!” Two men burst into her hiding place. She slipped on a stone and fell into the water. A sword passed just above her head. The fight ended before she could regain her feet.
A man clad in red floated in the water. The other man lay on the shore. Blood stained his dark green jacket. Amadine stood knee-deep in the cold, clear water. The wounded man groaned.
“Done in by a no-account Red-leg.” The sorrow in his voice stirred something in Amadine’s soul.
“You’ve done for him as well, sir.” She stepped toward him.
“What? Who’s there?” The man shifted, then gasped and lay back.
“Don’t worry, sir.” She inched closer. “Your enemy lies dead in the water.”
“Well, that’s something at least.” He coughed.
“What are you, lass? Are you a spirit come to take me from this world?”
“I’m Amadine. I live here.” The man looked at Amadine for the first time. His pale face turned whiter.
“You look just like her.” He tried to smile through his pain. “Amadine, I’ve found you after all.”