The Spell-book

The Spell-book

The girl stomped through the forest on the unclear trail. She knew her way well enough. Get lost? Never. These were her woods, her trees, and her trails. Her whole nineteen years spent here, and she became queen of all she saw.

            The sunlight shining through the canopy gave everything and eerie look, the reason why this place was named the Yellow Woods. The townsfolk kept clear, thinking it was haunted. They weren’t far off, in a sense.

            She sped up her pace; her elbow-length yellow hair swinging back and forth in angry sways. Grumbling under her breath and beating her clenched fists on the trees she passed, she growled as she did so.

            “Galen! Where are you?! You better come out and accept what’s coming to you, or so help me…!” She stood in the center of the clearing breathing heavily as the panic wore off. She fell to the ground, defeated.

            “Ugh!” She screamed, frustrated. The sound of playful laughing floated to her from one of the trees above.

            “Laguna, dear, you really do have quite a temper.” The melodious male voice now came from behind her. “Now, what can I help you with?”

            “My spell-book! You stole it, I know you did.” She pointed accusingly at the brown-haired youth. He seemed no more than twelve. He was grinning evilly, like the human version of the Cheshire cat. He pulled out a think black book from his robes and held it in the air, tauntingly. Across the front of the book, engraved in gold, was: “Book of Shadows.”

            Laguna screamed in outrage.

            “Give it back, you spoiled vat of dog entrails!” She balled her fists and swung, hitting empty air. Repeating this a few times, she the decided to pull out her giant foam hot pink baseball bat. Swinging and flailing it around blindly for the next few minutes, she finally struck true, and heard the loud thud of Galen hitting the ground.

            Laguna then proceeded to pry the boy’s arms off her spell-book. As she walked away, she stopped, turned around, and stuck her tongue out at the sobbing boy.

            “I’m telling mom!” And the before the boy could protest, she turned, and ran away.

Hey, you like it? Please review! I’ve been writing like a madwoman lately, and the only way this is gonna get better is if you give me honest remarks. I actually didn’t feel like writing this one. My creative writing teacher forced me to. So… Please tell me what you think, before he grades it. Thanks, buhbye!

-QueSeraSera