A hero’s meeting

A/N:

Hi everyone! This is my new nano that I wrote at camp...a long time ago...hehe...anyway, I might extend this into a series; I already have an idea. Thanks for reading and enjoy!

Dang it, I thought to myself as I tripped on yet another log in my way. I fell down, scraping my already sprained ankle on the wood.

I groaned as I forced myself into a sitting position on the leave-scattered dirt.

The sun overhead was beginning to set, making way for the darkness that was about to come.

I had been wandering in the woods for almost four days, hungry and tired out of my mind.

How exactly did I get lost? I wondered to myself. That, I did not know. I remembered telling my parents that I was going on a walk in our nearby woods, and then I kept on wandering around, and soon, I realized that I was trekking deeper and deeper into the woods. However, I did know that if I didn’t get out of the woods soon, I was going to die out here.

I had broken my arm by falling down a steep cliff not too long ago—two days max. Although the swelling had stopped miraculously, the pain intensified with every step I took.

Behind me, a twig snapped. I froze as if by reflex. I heard breathing, but I did not turn around to see who was behind me. I think it might have been a bear or wolf, and if it was, I prayed that it would finish me off so I wouldn’t suffer any more.

No—it wasn’t an animal; it was so much better.

“Are you lost?” The words I longed to hear finally reached my ears.

I smiled, half happy and half delirious. My back was still turned toward the stranger; I was too tired and sore to turn around. But I did identify the voice as male.

“Yes,” I choked out, my throat dry from lack of water. Of course, I had a little bit of water yesterday from a light rainfall, but that water made me thirstier.

“Then let me help you,” the voice replied.

I lost the strength I had for the past few days then, and fell backward. And into my savior’s arms.

I looked up and saw his eyes, brown with a glow about them, staring worriedly at my face. I saw his long, dark, brown hair falling on his face. Those were the last things I saw before closing my eyes.

It was three years since that mysterious stranger saved me. My parents found me in my bed, sleeping, in the morning and brought me to the doctor. He examined me and said that if I had stayed another two to three days I would have died.

To this day I still didn’t know who saved me. Growing up and thinking back to that day, I imagined my savior as a handsome guy that would fall in love with me once we met again.

But that was all in the past now.

He didn’t come, and I slowly tried to forget him. Ah, but those eyes! They brought me comfort when I was constantly reliving the horrors of being lost the first year.

I kicked a rock and it bounced off a tree root sticking up from beneath the ground.

I was back—back to the place that had almost killed me.

A twig snapped and my mind immediately jumped to the man that saved me. I knew it was possible, though. But I turned around anyway, just to check.

It was a wolf.

I wasn’t scared—why should I be? Odds are it would sniff and then walk away, leaving me alone. I inched forward a little, as if something was pulling me toward the wolf.

All of a sudden, the memories of that day—the strongest ever—came flooding back.

With that color fur that almost—exactly—matched my hero’s hair, I thought for a foolish moment that it somehow was.

But looking into those eyes—those brown, clear, understanding eyes—somehow I knew that my hero came back for me.

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-Midnight-Wolfe