Predators and Prey

Misha and Sally jog through the woods, towards the city hidden in its depths.

"Jeez Misha, how far is it. We've been running for hours."

"The forest isn't just a forest. This is the birth place of illusion magic. The forest is testing us before it will let us get to the city."

"Testing us? How?"

"It's probably going to try and kill us."

"Of fucking course it is."

"Stop."

Misha's body tenses. His eyes scan the environment.

Nothing.

But then... A twig breaks under someone's foot.

"Hello brother."

Vanala stands there, casually leaning on her spear.

"Nice try, but you aren't Vanala. She would have killed us already."

The huntress smirks.

"Oh yeah?"

With the grace of a dancer, she launches her spear at Misha, but he makes no move to avoid it.

The spear turns into smoke as it hits him.

"I grew up in these woods, don't imagine you can trick me so easily."

Vanala frowns, and collapses into smoke.

"See Sally, that's the kind of... Sally?"

He looks around, but he is alone in the clearing.

He hears a feminine scream to his right, and, almost goes towards it. But this was the kind of tricks the first liked to pull. With every drop of willpower he has, he runs in the opposite direction.

Short chapter today, but oh well. Next chapter will a little less sfw.

-Florida Man