Heir

On the cliff's edge in The Land of Pish, young Guinevere stood, arms outstreched and hair blowing in the soft, cool breeze. Her long, fawn brown dress blew against her legs and whipped at her bare ankles. She smiled and sighed deeply. Another wonderful day in the serene land of Pish. Gwen, as she preffered to be called, heard someone approaching. She turned to see thrre horses riding into the small town. She scooped up her sword and dagger and slipped on her soft, deer skin boots. She walked quietly towards her soft, quiet mare, whom she called Serenity. She tied her cloak around her neck. "C'mon, Serenity. I have a feeling we're needed in town." She gently kicked Serenity's side and they were off. The wood's were peaceful and smelled of sweet flowers and honey. But, Gwen noticed Serenity was uneasy. She was perking her ears up, then pullnig them back, then whining softly. "Whoa, girl....shhhh." Gwen brought Serenity to a slow trot. She looked around her with her hunting eyes. Something was, indeed, very wrong. No birds were chripping, and the usual wildlife were gone, as if spooked by something. Gwen swiveled Serenity around in a slow, catious circle. Suddenly, there was a loud howl. Serenity whinied with fear and excitement. A big, bulky figure jumped out of nowhere. It had big, black eyes, long, icky claws, and looked like it had crawled out of a swamp. Serenity threw her pure white head back and took off in a frantic run. Gwen clutched her reins with fear. She looked over her shoulders. More creatures were coming out of nowhere. "HA!! GIDDYUP, SERENITY!" She shouted, leaning forward. Serenity ran like the wind as arrows whizzed past her ears. "HA!! GO!!" To be continued~M.A.F.