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Little Red Riding Hood — Description

"The forest is silent in this ominous night, no insects, no animals or any little creatures of that matter make any sound, only the soft footsteps can be heard of a young woman wearing a red hood covering her dark brown hair accompanied by large black wolf with golden eyes making their way inside the dark foggy woods.

As they walk on narrow path amongst the thicket of grass and old trees they reach a clearing where a small cottage stands isolated deep in the forest"

'Good..'

"The raspy voice of the woodcutter brake the silence of the night as he steps out of the little cottage holding a bloody axe in one hand and a decapitated head on the other"

'Now i wouldn't have to wait long for you little witch.

'what have you done?!'

"The woman with the red hood asked in shock, drawing one of hers swords in the same time"

'Killed the evil old witch of the forest... now i will do the same with her granddaugter'

'You imbecile! She was a healer.. a herbalist!'

'She was doing devil's work! like you do after her...

Look at you... You even tame that damn Dire wolf that is butchering the village's livestock.

Did you train him to bring back the corpses of the dead animals as offerings to the devil?

What would you had offered next huh?! The village folk you filthy whore?!'

'Are you insane!?

That was a pack of Nekkers, the vilage's elder mentioned about the burrows all around the ground!

we exterminated them, the village is safe..

this is where we returning from actually, i wanted to let granny know that is finished..

She was the one... She was the one that ask me to help the village... and you... you killed her!

"With no more words the woman enraged charges towards the woodcutter, she swings her sword from right to left on an angle upwards, the woodcutter backsteps just in time to dodge her silver blade as it barely slicing his blood soaked tunic, using the momentum of the swing the woman pirouette a second horizontal attack this time slicing the man's abdomen. blood and guts pour out the woodcutters belly. he tries to hold them from spilling out with no success..

He looks up in disbelief, he opens his mouth about to say something but the black wolf charge's and bites his neck nailing him with his back to the ground, he struggles but not for long as the strong jaws of the large Dire wolf tear his throat out ending his life gargling for air.

The woman stays silent for a moment looking at the woodcutters lifeless body.. then carefully picks up her grandmothers head off the ground and enders the small cottage with the black wolf following behind her."

THE END

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“People, like to invent monsters and monstrosities. Then they seem less monstrous themselves. When they get blind-drunk, cheat, steal, beat their wives, starve an old woman, when they kill a trapped fox with an axe or riddle the last existing unicorn with arrows, they like to think that the Bane entering cottages at daybreak is more monstrous than they are. They feel better then. They find it easier to live.”

― Andrzej Sapkowski, The Last Wish