Spirit of the Forest

“Mistress!”

Dominque’s eyes narrowed as the Captain ran towards her. He tripped over his feet many times before he made it over. His hair was plastered to his forehead from the sweat that ran down his face. Captain’s mouth hung open in a pant. The winter chill that had settled in the room caused his breath to come out in a mist. While he was catching his breath, Dominque grew impatient and started tapping her fingers.

“Well?” she asked. “What have you found?”

The Captain took a breath. “I know where Cyri is,” he finally said trying to remain calm.

Dominque stopped tapping her fingers. “You what?”

“I found Cyri-”

“Where?!” she shouted slamming her fist on the arm of the throne, making dust fly.

“I-in Brichelwhyte,” he said nervously. “I-I ran into him in the market square. When he saw me, he took off for the road. I tried to follow him but he managed to evade my sight and escape.”

Dominque raised an eyebrow. “Where does the road lead?”

“To the forest,” Captain answered. “The Mysterious River Woods.”

“Well then.” Dominque leaned her hand on her chin. She gave a large insane smile, full of anger and hate. “I guess we’d better pay him a visit.”

Captain nodded. “Indeed. Shall I lead the raid?”

“Hmmm… About that…” She snapped her fingers. At her signal, two large men walked in. The Captain’s mouth fell open when they grabbed him by the arms.

“W-what? B-but I found him, sir!”

“You did,” she said, “Not. You didn’t bring him back like I said, there-fore, you did not do a good job. There-fore, you die.”