The Hunt Part 3  

Day 2 night continue

With windy winds and darken waters rained, within the darkest forest stood a beast! With glowing white fur from a glowing mother moon. With pack in toe ready and willing to serve.

[ Ah… I see Elune hasn't completely abandoned you, little rabbit] Xavalis said while staring in the eyes of his new adversary.

But little did anyone notice a little girl with shivering eyes, matched the eyes of her protector.

[So little wolf, are you going to ruin my hunt? Do you find yourself capable? You might have brought an army with you, but if you think the poultry forces you brought, can match the number of the nightmare plus legion combined! You are sorely mistaken! I will enjoy watching you suffer as I slaughter your friend and family in front of you before your end!] said Xavalis with much irritation.

While completely ignoring the satyrs taunts the mysterious wolf said:

[Mmm… daughter of the moon please escape while we spill our blood! We will hold them off for as long as we can, but I fear we are no match for their numbers… Now quickly run!] said the mysterious wolf in all seriousness.

The sound of the mysterious voice broke Cynthia from her stupor and gave her much needed reassurance. As much as she wanted to bask in that feeling longer, she knew she could not for time was not on her side. She could only utter the words "Thank you"

With words no longer needed for exchange the wolf with his army quickly pounced in all at Xavalis and his forces. Wolves, bears, and spiders alike, all willing to give up their lives just to give Cynthia a chance. For nature itself was on her side. What a sight! A sight in which Cynthia will carry with her all the way until her end.

Hearing the mysterious wolf warning Cynthia quickly jugged a healing potion and used another on her open wounds! With renewed strength and hope flashing her mind, how can she not take this chance that was given to her by Elune graces.

As she ran alongside the river, she ignored the sound of battle coming from behind her, she ignored the sound of the dying and the crying, she will prioritize the life of the kids for too much blood has been spilled for them. And with her haste she inevitably came across the river end.

But it was not the end but the start, for the water flowed around the circumference of an island with stone monuments set up in a weird but peculiar fashion, with cultists of some kind wondering about performing their rituals.

Ignoring them she ran up across a rocky bridge formed by nature. As she left the river behind, she was but a few minutes away from the logging camp!

But with each second that passed by, the sounds of the chaotic battle behind her waned! No longer could she hear the scores of moonfire falling from the sky, the howling of the wolves, or the roars of the bears, neither the skitters of the spiders, nor could she hear the screams of the dying satyrs or Xavalis angry outburst.

Worried, she ran with full haste to the logging camp, but as she got close to the camp, she could hear a renewed scream! But not that of animals or satyrs, but that of humans for they screamed for help!

As she arrived at the hill just overlooking the camp, she wept for the first time in her life, she wept. For the scene taking place just before her eyes was the scene of burning buildings! As she moved close into the camp she passed the dying, the begging, the burning and the mauled! She witnessed guards being eaten alive by demon hounds! But through all this she said to herself:

[" I just need to make it to the stables, please by Elune grace let there still be an able-bodied horse!"]

But as she reached the stable her hopes were crushed again for all the horses were dead! For the hounds were feasting on the fresh horse meat while others watched as horses ran with burning flames on their manes!

Though disheartened she refused to give up! She quickly comprehended her next move with thoughts such as:

[" I am just a few moments away from the border of Redridge hopefully I can make it, the tower watcher should be able to spot me even in this dark night.]

But just as she was about to leave the camp a burst of purple flames ignited forth from the center of camp. When fire dies, a tall and powerful satyr stands! In mighty hand held a big white severed head!

[ HA HA HA… little rabbit, Now tell me! How does it feel to see the burning head of your savior!] Xavalis said as he tossed the head over to Cynthia's feet as if he was tossing away some garbage.

As Cynthia stared into those lifeless eyes anger grew like a poison ready to choke her. For fear was no longer present in her! For hate has taken its spot!

[Yes! That's it, I love that look in your eyes! Feed me that burning passion of hate! It only makes me hunger for more!] Xavalis said with much enthusiasm.

However, Cynthia wasn't the only one upset at the situation for the little sister on her back shed silent tears as she could no longer hear the wolf's gentle voice.

Even so Cynthia knew she had to continue running, for falling into his provocation would only mean their deaths. So, fighting her urge to fight she turned around and made her way to the road ahead.

[Yes! That's its little rabbit! Run some more! LET THE HUNT CONTINUE!] yelled Xavalis with a burning passion.

Then Xavalis continued and said [NOW HEAR ME SERVANT OF THE LEGION AND SERVANTS OF THE NIGHTMARE! KILL EVERYTHING IN YOU WAKE SPARE NONE! FOR THEY ARE FOOLISH ENOUGH TO STAND IN MY WAY!]

With that, hordes of demons of all kinds and nightmarish creatures that were hidden away crept up to heed their master's call. With thunderous voices they pursued Cynthia.