Scarlet rot (271 words)

Born out of the forest ground from the fusion of an otherworldly soul and an overabundance of magic that had gathered in the roots of a heavens birch, a magical tree with trunk and golden leaves, is a small girl seemingly around the age of ten.

Long wavy hair like scarlet fire falls onto her back while emerald green eyes curiously look around the vibrant forest.

Without uttering a sound, the girl gets on her bare feet and starts marching through the forest with only her simple white dress covering her body.

A few hours of walking through the forest she was meet with a raging boar whose size almost dwarfed her own.

Blowing hot air out of its snout the boar readies for a charge at the girl with its curved tusks.

The sight of an angry boar of almost the same size as oneself would normally inspire a feeling of fear, but instead, a tremendous feeling of hunger bloomed in the girl's chest.

Eyeing the boar with the same stare as a predator who found its prey, the little girl's lips stretch into a wide smile.

Having had enough the boar charges at the girl with great speed and more than enough weight behind it to deal a great deal of damage.

Branches and bushes part before the incoming tusks but just a few meters away form the girl the boars legs suddenly gave out and it crashed into the ground sliding for a moment before coming to a halt directly in front of the smiling girl.

Looking at the boars legs one would find nothing but bare bone