The sky above me was pitch black, the color of a writer's ink spilling across a clear sheet of paper. Graying clouds floated above, telling of rain in the next few days. A breeze drifted my way, tangling with my hair ever so carefully, the scent of winter mingled within.

The sound of my sneakers on the stone paved ground was hushed, just as the rest of the world was. Trees towered on either side of me, darkness overwhelming them.
There could have been anything waiting for me.

Something was drawing me nearer, closer and closer, into the shadows. I didn't think to slip out my pocket knife for this, but the voice in my head told me I didn't need it.
Only when they spoke was when my normal self was regained.

"So you came."

I whipped around, twirling my knife in one hand so that it was pointed directly at the source. The leather hilt cut at my hand, drawing blood. I ignored the sting, eyes stony and voice sharp. "I only came for Glade back. I'll fight to the death for her."

"Your pet wolf? She puts up a good fight." The voice was smug, and I tightened my grip on my weapon. "But I'm afraid you can't get her back that easily."

I kept silent, gaze searching. The person was moving, being sure to keep out of my reach if I were to throw the knife. I was known to have deadly accuracy.

"Well then, you're not surrendering? I promise you won't live long enough to feel the pain."

"I'd rather die fighting than know I surrendered to the likes of you."

"Very well." Someone - or something - lashed out, too fast to be real. Blood pooled out, and the last thing I remembered was the green of my enemy's eyes.