• Chapter 1.

    The books in my backpack weighed me down, seeming as if cinder blocks. My chuck's scraped against the autumn leaves. The sun showed surprisingly bright through the trees, layers and layers of mahogany branches.
    I felt alone. Very alone. Walking home on a vacant less bike trail in the middle of Vermont; didn't sound very familiar outside of my case.
    School had just ended, and I had always had to walk home, which took a long time, so my time to do what I wanted wasn't very long. I had recently found this path, which gets me home quicker, actually. I hadn't ever seen anyone on this path, which was suspicious.
    I heard random screams from cornerso f the terrain. It had echoed much, so it must've been far away. Children at play; hopefully, at the least. If anything dangerous one sure wouldn't be safe here.
    I kept hearing Russelling in the shrubs. An animal, I had predicted, but it lays indeed not fact.
    Another Russell in the shrubs. I looked up at the tall autumn trees; a labyrinth path of branches. A game, as if, the russelling creature had been mischeveously playing.
    Suddenly, out of the peripheral of my eye, a shadow quickly scurried by. My muscles tensed uneasily. A very ominous sense of fear trickled at the bottom of my stomach.
    Suddenly, as if with a strange instinct, picked up a thick stick and brandished it to my side.
    I heard a sharp droning coming from the golden rod mixed maze above.
    My heartbeat began to increase as a large creature swooped down from above.
    I stood in shock. But couldn't stay like this. I bolted forward, contineously looking back to see if the creature was following. It was. Examining it, I was greatly astonished. It was a very large bird, with no feathers except in the wings, which meant it was a skeleton everywhere else, and it looked like a vulture almost. Impossible, I thought as I kept looking back.
    It had a very brightly glowing prismal crystal in the center of it's carnage less chest. I was scared, but that made me run even faster.
    It swooped to my side making a horrible squawking noise. My arm tore out, swinging the stick and striking the creature directly in the beak. It struggled to fly but kept going.
    Suddenly, and surprisingly, the creature swooped in front of me, shotting some sort of energy out of its chest.
    The stick scraped against it's face once more, off putting it's aerial capability and sending it crashing. My feet akwardly skidded to a hult.
    I had been even more stunned. This is when I found the pit.