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turn a bright shade of orange, Arella
starts to add the finishing touches to her tree house by placing
the thicker branches in crosses along the edges of the platform,
joining them from the floor to the roof, leaving a gap big enough
for her to comfortably climb through. “ Now
all I need to do is train the ivy and branches.” She thinks to herself as she crosses branches over
each other, tying them as tight as she can with the reed strings.
She gives each one a hard push once it is in place, and has to
re-do a few of them as they are not stable enough to take her
weight. Once she is happy all branches are secure, Arella sits back
and relaxes. “ Now I just need to add a few
more branches here and there to bridge the gaps, then train the
leaves and ivy to cover my home and I will be done.” Arella thinks to herself. She yawns and stretches,
bringing tears to her eyes. “ But that is a
job for tomorrow. I think I should go to sleep now.” She yawns, stretches out her muscles, joints
popping as she does so and climbs into her furry bed. Tiredness
comes over her quickly and she falls asleep within seconds of lying
down, listening to the soothing sounds of the world around her,
stars in the sky watching over her as she sleeps.
Chapter 5
Arella is
awoken in the night by a terrible sound. She sits bolt upright,
silence all around her. Was she just dreaming? Then she heard it
again. A piercing cry, and a growl, then another piercing cry.
Arella has never heard anything like it. What could it be? The
sound seems to be all around her and she cannot work out where is
it coming from or what it is. Arella cannot hear any other noises,
no other animals of the night, not the sound of the wind rushing
through the trees. The darkness is disorientating, and Arella is
confused. She wonders if she might still be dreaming and that this
is part of a nightmare. Arella pinches her arm. “Ouch, nope not
dreaming.” Then she heard the sound again, this time closer. There
are no other noises. No owls hooting, or crickets chirping. Even
the wind seems to have stopped rustling the trees. All she can hear
is the piercing cry of an animal in pain. It is not any noise she
recognises. Not the sound or a motto deer, or a paloa fox a bison…
What could it be?
The bushes near
the back of her clearing rustle and the growling comes closer.
Arella feels her heart beating faster, fast enough to beat out of
her chest. She wants to know what it is that is making the noise
but is scared. What if the growling is coming from a different
animal, the one that made the other in pain? What if it’s now
coming for her? Is she high enough in her tree that whatever it is
won’t get her? With this though Arella taker her grathon in hand,
shaking with fear she holds it tight, the bloodglass shining in the
pale moonlight, ready for whatever foul beast emerges from the
bushes, intent on killing her as well as making her its meal.
Out of the darkness a shape appears, black as night itself.
Its bright yellow eyes looking directly at Arella, but something is
wrong. It does not look at her with hunger, but with pain. There is
a strange smell in the air… Blood! Arella realises what is wrong.
The auron cat is injured, and from the strength of the blood smell,
she would say it was serious. The auron cat walks through her
clearing, limping on its left front leg. Arella recognises the cat
instantly. This was the auron cat that passed her by in the forest
just last week. She knows this because it has the same white patch
behind its left ear. It moans in pain again as it limps on.
“ Poor thing.” Arella thinks. “ I wonder what’s wrong
with it.” Because of the way it is facing,
Arella cannot see why the auron cat is limping and what must be
causing it so much pain.
Arella watches as the cat limps out of her view of sight,
still making pained noises as it goes, calling to something that is
not calling back to her. Arella is torn. On the one hand she knows
that
starts to add the finishing touches to her tree house by placing
the thicker branches in crosses along the edges of the platform,
joining them from the floor to the roof, leaving a gap big enough
for her to comfortably climb through. “ Now
all I need to do is train the ivy and branches.” She thinks to herself as she crosses branches over
each other, tying them as tight as she can with the reed strings.
She gives each one a hard push once it is in place, and has to
re-do a few of them as they are not stable enough to take her
weight. Once she is happy all branches are secure, Arella sits back
and relaxes. “ Now I just need to add a few
more branches here and there to bridge the gaps, then train the
leaves and ivy to cover my home and I will be done.” Arella thinks to herself. She yawns and stretches,
bringing tears to her eyes. “ But that is a
job for tomorrow. I think I should go to sleep now.” She yawns, stretches out her muscles, joints
popping as she does so and climbs into her furry bed. Tiredness
comes over her quickly and she falls asleep within seconds of lying
down, listening to the soothing sounds of the world around her,
stars in the sky watching over her as she sleeps.
Chapter 5
Arella is
awoken in the night by a terrible sound. She sits bolt upright,
silence all around her. Was she just dreaming? Then she heard it
again. A piercing cry, and a growl, then another piercing cry.
Arella has never heard anything like it. What could it be? The
sound seems to be all around her and she cannot work out where is
it coming from or what it is. Arella cannot hear any other noises,
no other animals of the night, not the sound of the wind rushing
through the trees. The darkness is disorientating, and Arella is
confused. She wonders if she might still be dreaming and that this
is part of a nightmare. Arella pinches her arm. “Ouch, nope not
dreaming.” Then she heard the sound again, this time closer. There
are no other noises. No owls hooting, or crickets chirping. Even
the wind seems to have stopped rustling the trees. All she can hear
is the piercing cry of an animal in pain. It is not any noise she
recognises. Not the sound or a motto deer, or a paloa fox a bison…
What could it be?
The bushes near
the back of her clearing rustle and the growling comes closer.
Arella feels her heart beating faster, fast enough to beat out of
her chest. She wants to know what it is that is making the noise
but is scared. What if the growling is coming from a different
animal, the one that made the other in pain? What if it’s now
coming for her? Is she high enough in her tree that whatever it is
won’t get her? With this though Arella taker her grathon in hand,
shaking with fear she holds it tight, the bloodglass shining in the
pale moonlight, ready for whatever foul beast emerges from the
bushes, intent on killing her as well as making her its meal.
Out of the darkness a shape appears, black as night itself.
Its bright yellow eyes looking directly at Arella, but something is
wrong. It does not look at her with hunger, but with pain. There is
a strange smell in the air… Blood! Arella realises what is wrong.
The auron cat is injured, and from the strength of the blood smell,
she would say it was serious. The auron cat walks through her
clearing, limping on its left front leg. Arella recognises the cat
instantly. This was the auron cat that passed her by in the forest
just last week. She knows this because it has the same white patch
behind its left ear. It moans in pain again as it limps on.
“ Poor thing.” Arella thinks. “ I wonder what’s wrong
with it.” Because of the way it is facing,
Arella cannot see why the auron cat is limping and what must be
causing it so much pain.
Arella watches as the cat limps out of her view of sight,
still making pained noises as it goes, calling to something that is
not calling back to her. Arella is torn. On the one hand she knows
that
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