The Creator

Chapter 1:

The wind brushed over the flowing trees; the sky glistened with a light, purple glow. A shriek echoed in the distance from somewhere in the mountains. Out of a tunnel of towering trees a girl, around the age of fourteen, laughed, her red curls bouncing on her shoulders. Her ivory, lace dress flowed in the slight breeze.

            “I told you I could run faster!” She threw herself behind the trunk of a large, willow tree. Her green eyes sparkled, and her cheeks were flushed, the color of a camellia.

            Trough the tunnel of trees, a young man rushed through. His lips were taunting, curling in the corners with a mysterious emotion near enough to happiness. His feet were bare, his tunic loose, but still tucked in roughly to his patched pants. His hair, a thick, brush of black strands swishing to the side with a slight wave near the length below his ears, covered his bright, blue eyes. The contrast was marvelous, and the young maidens sought him the youngest beauty at just the age of fifteen.

            The boy lowered himself in the tall grass, ready to pounce like a lion for its kill. His golden skin sparkled under the sun’s rays, and the young girl noticed this all too much. She giggled, and the boy turned his head towards the sound.      

            “Zella, come out, I know you’re here,” he whispered. Her inhuman ears were able to hear lower sounds. She sighed, giving up.

            “Alright, I’m here.” She stepped out from behind the willow tree and raised her arms in defense. “But, it doesn’t mean that I’m giving up. It’s going to start raining.” Just as she spoke, the thrashing sound of thick showers hit them, and grey tolled above.

Weather predicting-another of her many talents. She smirked when she caught him staring at her, yet again, in awe.

            “We should head back, they’ll be wondering where we are by now,” he said, his voice raspy from laughter. Ignoring the soaking weather, they held hands, their voices quiet.