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Chapter I


The girl stood transfixed in front of the cyclops, obviously paralysed by fear. Her eyes widened as she watched the giant lumber out of his cave, scratching his bald head and grimacing.

The girl tightened her grip on her bow, beads of sweat racing down her forehead. She shook her head, closing her eyes momentarily.

She was fearing. And she knew fearing in front of a monster was dangerous. This sort of stunt could get you identified. She cleared her head of all thoughts. Thoughts supplied fear pretty well.

The cyclops had obviously not noticed her yet, and she wasn’t surprised. The cyclops had evidently just woken up, and it takes an hour for a cyclops to regain its survival instincts and basic senses.

The girl was calm now. She had golden-brown hair tumbling down to her spine, entangled so much it looked like the storm-waves carrying sea foam crashing on the beach. On her shoulders slung a brown leather arrow-bag, but she only had one arrow left in it. Her hands gripped the bow. From her shoulder swung a silver owl pendant, it’s large eyes carved so professionally it looked like the eyes were sweeping the surroundings. The girl’s grey eyes were doing the same. Analysing her surroundings.

She was in a wide patch of grass, trees surrounding it in a circle. Behind her was a pond, murky water glistening in the pale moonlight. In front of her was the giant’s cave, too hollow to see the end of it. But right near the entrance, a large wooden club rested on a few boulders put together in the shape of a table. To her right, a few rocks were scattered and she could well see blood on them. Dried blood. She didn’t worry much, because she could also see white feathers there, so it was probably a chicken.
But to her left, a few boulders were stacked together. She saw a thin opening in one of their edges, just big enough for her to squeeze through. If she could hide there till morning, she would probably survive, because running away in the dark forest was not an option.

The girl smiled. She edged slowly towards the boulders, making as little sound as she could. She was nearly there, 5 meters, 4 meters, 3 meters, 2 meters, 1 meter..... she rushed into the small crevice, sighing with relief.

Of course, she fell in deeper trouble.

She fell through the large dug-out hole in the little boulder-cave, her arrow falling down farther from her. She groped around for her arrow, and finally found it. She stood up, and realised she was in a glass container. She peered below. Darkness.

Just when she was about to climb up, a voice echoed through the area. She turned. No one was there, but she had the strangest feeling that there was someone.

Now, whenever you find yourself in a glass container trapped with a cyclops just above, do NOT, under any circumstances, try to be the hero.

Because that would be very, very stupid.

Now as the girl spun around and uncapped her sword, demanding in her teenage, childish voice, (though she liked to pretend she had a loud, booming voice) for the person to reveal himself, she turned the person into an angry, short tempered and dangerous man.
Yes, he was a man.
A very, very angry man.


So suddenly, black slime started strangling the girl. Pouring out of the air, the slime cocooned the girl.

All hope was lost.

As usual, help came almost immediately.

The owl on her pendant swooped up, turning into a golden owl with silver, deep eyes. The owl slashed the cocoon with his wings, lifting the now-unconscious girl from the container and flying above, into the open night.

The owl flew faster than any bird could’ve, but then again, the owl wasn’t just any bird.

A large golden owl carrying an unconscious girl must’ve been pretty ordinary, because no one in the villages they flew over pointed or gasped.

The owl flew over many villages in kingdoms, but he didn’t stop.

Finally, after flying over hundreds of forests and kingdoms, the owl rested on a small clearing of the forest where a large oak tree grew. Dawn peeked through the night, tiptoeing into the sky. The pink sun blushed and bathed the forest in light.

The girl stirred. She mumbled something, then started snoring. The owl cocked his head, and anyone who saw him right now would be sure he was smiling.




The girl slept through most of the day, shifting occasionally. She had been scratched and bruised badly, because that was the effect the slime had done to her. She was asleep on a large rock with curved, rounded edges to make a sort of bed. The rock was covered with thick moss all around and its middle was curved. The girl was draped in a clumsily-put-together blanket, odd coloured wool glued together.
An owl sat on the branch of the tree, staring impatiently at the girl. Almost as if he was waiting for her to get up.
Finally, the girl stirred. She yawned, her bruises stretching wide across her arms. She stared at the owl for a few minutes, then smiled.
“So it worked, then?” She asked.
“Well of course it did! But it drained most of my energy. After all, I’m not as young as I used to be” the owl murmured, annoyed.
“Did anyone spot you? Any villagers? Did someone stare at us?” The girl asked, Hope creeping into her words.
“No. You know they can’t. Not until......” the owl shook his head, looking away.
The girl bit her lip. She knew it was no use trying. No one could see the girl and the owl. Not until she returns a precious ‘something’.

She remembered how it had happened. She was a girl then, 7 or 8. The annual village market had been set up, and her father was busy placing his delicate machinery on the table.
“Brianna, dear. How about you explore the market, eh?” Her father asked, a gentle smile tweaking the ends of his moustache.
Brianna was waiting for that. She laughed running into the market entrance. She skipped by every stall, not even glancing at the sales items. She stopped in front of a narrow alleyway, dark and damp. Laughing, she skipped into it.
At the very edge of the alleyway, was a plant. A daffodil, weak and shivering.
She had been tending to it for a long time, but the daffodil still didn’t improve.
She saw a silhouette of a woman standing behind her.
“Let it die, Brianna. It is destined to.” She said.
Her voice was soft and melodious, each syllable vibrating with power
Somehow, Brianna knew who the lady was.
“Mommy?” Brianna asked, her eyes wide in disbelief.
Brianna was motherless. Her father told her that years ago her mother had gone, but that one day Brianna would meet her.
The lady chuckled.
“Quick to grasp details.” She said, musing at Brianna.
“Little Brianna, give it back to me. Give it back and you will be rewarded. I never thought you would steal him.” The lady said, her voice dangerously low.
“Wha- what are you talking about? I don’t understand...” Brianna said, trembling slightly.
The lady’s eyes flashed with anger.
“So be it. I’m not a patient god, Brianna. From now on, you and the owl shall stay invisible. The curse shall be broken only when you reach the place where you get educated.” The lady said.
The lady vanished into the darkness, as if she was never there.

Brianna ran away, crying. She reached her father’s stall.
“Daddy! Daddy!” She cried.
Her father looked up, then shrugged, going back to his work.
The curse had begun.
  





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Thu Nov 18, 2021 2:43 pm
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Spoiler! :
pretty good story!
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!

Gandalf: "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"
  





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Thu Nov 18, 2021 5:59 pm
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Thanks! ^_^
  








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