The Girl and The Fox

Standing on a minuscule ledge, Scarlett attempted to carefully edge her way across the stone ledge, failing and making most of the Earth where she was standing crumble. Now stuck in one position, she knew her only hope was to jump. Jump down into the crystal clear water, awaiting her death... or jump up onto the land with the help of her father, who was now standing angrily above her. He looked down at her mockingly, as if trying to prove he was right, which he probably was.

'How many times did you tell me you weren't going to get yourself into trouble, and how many times have you gone back on that promise and made me get you out of your messes?' Scarlett's red headed father asked. 'Let's get you back home then, and see how your little weakling of a sister is doing.'

The father and daughter walked, faster than usual so they wouldn't be caught, to the endless forest. Their bare feet made almost no sound against the cold stone slab path. They never looked back once. They didn't care about Crystal. They didn't care about Lizzie. But Isabella was a different matter. The girl who always had her head in the clouds. The girl who hates fights. The girl who wants to make peace.

Soon the red heads were deep in the forest, trees rising tall, fighting for the most light. They kept on trudging through the dirt and mud, the sharp, little pieces of who-knows-what scraping at their feet, but not once did they wince from pain. They barely even acknowledged it.

They finally arrived at the place where Eric left Stacy, only to find lifeless bodies littering the floor like empty crisp packets. All the light that was once in them had turned to darkness, seeped out of their bodies just like their blood. Some of the dead had heads ripped off, others bones jutting out at painful angles with blood caking the wound. None alive. But Stacy wasn't among the dead. Nor was the girl.

The man looked around, not a trace of emotion on his face. 'Let's get back then. We will lay our hands on that wretched girl at some time, maybe not today or tomorrow, but one day we will.'

Eric clicked his fingers twice, and a portal appeared. It stood out to the rest of the forest. The woods was alive, birds calling, ferrets scurrying, but the entrance to the new world was calm, just like the sea. Or was it, at least that's what it seemed like on the outside.