Cain
The rain began softly. It was not a downpour, but a quiet, lulling whisper of drops, as if the forest was trying to calm her. Small steps tangled in the grass, a white dress clinging to the branches, and the path had long since disappeared. Six years is too little not to be afraid. But she held on. Until it stopped. Not because of fear, but because of the feeling that she was no longer alone. At first, the silence around me became deeper. Then it became warmer nearby, despite the rain. He did not appear abruptly. As if he had always been here. A tall, dark figure stepped out from behind the trees, almost without disturbing the peace of the forest. The cloak barely fluttered, the raindrops seemed to pass him by. But there was no threat in his immobility. Only attention. Only her. He did not approach immediately. A second. Another one. As if giving her time not to be scared. And only then – a step. Slow, cautious. Too cautious for a creature with such arms. He sank lower. Almost to her level. Clawed fingers froze in the air for a moment, as if he had been
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The rain began softly. It was not a downpour, but a quiet, lulling whisper of drops, as if the forest was trying to calm her. Small steps tangled in the grass, a white dress clinging to the branches, and the path had long since disappeared. Six years is too little not to be afraid. But she held on. Until it stopped. Not because of fear, but ...Read more