Friends and Foe
I swing my sword by my side as I walk through the forest. My wolf pads alongside me lazily as I duck under the branch of a large oak tree. If you don’t know this already, the forest is my home. Everyone calls me the Queen of Nature. I’m a warrior. I fight for my people and my life. My skills are massively impressive, heavily detailed and swift to the blow. I like the way some people rely on me to protect them. I always feel like I’m the god. I lift my face up to the golden orb in the sky and let out a long, soft sigh. When people look at my face they stare. Yes, they stare. For a very, very long time. That’s because my body is special, made with magic and sorcery. My skin is delicate and shining. My hair long and brown and my eyes an enchanting green. My armour is gold and sparkly, heavy with ancient and sacred material from our ancestors millions of centuries ago. My wolf stops by my side and gently nips my hand. I look down at her a pull a bag of treats out thin air and toss it to my wolf. After another few minutes of traveling, we stop by a waterfall. The water is as clear as a crystal. You could spot germs and atoms swimming around in the waters. The colour was however, stunningly blue. It poured down from above and into a huge pond that was technically a small lake. I bend down to the waters edge and dip my fingers into the cold and refreshing pond. My wolf comes around me and lowers her head to take a big drink from the waterfall. Her collar blinks with a million diamonds in the sunshine. Her name marked Akela shines the most. Akela finishes drinking and opens her mouth to let out a big yawn. Her teeth are magnificently white and sharp. Sharper than daggers or a killing needle made from iron. I smile at her and stand up to stretch and let out a yawn myself. You see, living in the forest is not all that bad. It’s quiet and calm, but never lonely. You get to live in treehouses, eat mango and peaches every day and tame wild animals like foxes and red pandas without even getting hurt. I turn around click my fingers. Akela stands up and trots to my side. Then we set of again.

Chapter 1
I wake up to the sound of tapping on my door. My eyes open sleepily and drift up towards the ceiling. Akela is snoozing soundly in one corner of the room. All the treehouses look the same from the outside. A treehouse is called a room because you don’t have several rooms of your own to do your stuff in, so you only get one. My room is carpeted and cozy. I have my bed in the right corner of my room and my clothing cupboard in the left corner of my room. There is a desk pressed next to my bed and a chair at the desk. I have a low fence surrounding my bed, cupboard and desk complete with a gate. Only the floor that my bed, cupboard and desk are occupying is carpeted and fluffy. Akela choses to sleep wherever she wants, which is mostly on my bed or on the carpeted floor. Her food bowl is on flat and skinny wood block next to my cupboard. The last thing in the fenced of area (where l sleep and stuff) is my mini bookshelf which is partly above my bed and also next to my cupboard. The rest of my room is for playing and entertainment. I have a TV on the right side of the wall and a small couch on the left side of the wall facing the TV. There are pictures on the walls and random beanbags lying around on the floor (l only have two). Then there is a long, rectangular table at the couch to eat and play on. Last of all, l have bathroom and a shelf under the TV to store my things on.
“Hello, excuse me?” The tapping gets louder and l go to unlock the door. A young woman is standing in front me. “Is anything wrong, miss?” l ask drowsily. The woman starts speaking fast. “N-n-n-no uh, ah um l’m just uh-uh-uh like you know th-th-that um l-l-l-i-,” she stammers.
“Stop. Hold on speak slowly and clearly. I don’t bite.” I say sternly. The woman looks at me warily and takes a deep breath. “I don’t know the exact details but when l woke up this morning l realised that my husband had gone missing.” “He probably disappeared in the middle of the night because his bed was cold, not warm.”
I frowned as she was speaking. I didn’t recognise her. She didn’t have the crescent moon mark on her forehead and her accent was different. Scottish, perhaps. The young woman was definitely a stranger of our clan.
“So can you please help me?” she finished. My frown vanished and my expression softened.
“Alright, then,” l replied. “Now what did you sa-.” Before l finished my sentence, the security siren went off and people started screaming outside. It was loud. Very loud. “Curse these baddies,” l muttered to myself. “OK, you wait here and don’t move, sound good?” l shouted to her. She looked at me with unblinking eyes and said nothing. “You know what, l’m going to send you to the back of the town and you can wait there.” I didn’t wait for her reply as l hurried her out. Just then, Akela woke up. “You coming with me, girl?” l yelled. Akela nodded her head and bounded towards me. I grabbed my armour, put it on then grabbed my sword and ran outside. The commotion was big. Treehouses and shops were on fire. Innocent citizens were screaming and crying, begging for life and mercy. My eyes scanned the crowds for any sign of intruders. Then my eyes located the enemy. My mouth dropped open as l realised who it was. I locked my gaze on her frame and started drawing out my sword from it’s sheath. Akela yowled out a battle war cry and bared her teeth. Two dragons swooped down from above us, trying to snatch us away. I blocked the first dragon’s talons and cut of the next one’s. Blood sprayed over my armour and onto Akela’s fur. I jumped down from my treehouse platform and started running to the back of the town, where the Scottish young woman was waiting. Yet l never knew Akela wasn’t following me. When l turned back to check on her, she had simply vanished into thin air. Akela, when l found her, she was lying on the ground. Akela’s fur had been stained red with blood, but not her blood. It was dragon blood.