[Author’s note : This was written on Thursday, 05 April 2012, for the Thursday Threads flash fiction contest. The contest limits words to no more than 250. I am just now starting to learn how to piece together a story within such a word limit.]
Fauna left her home in the village one morning going to the river in the forest, to watch the deer as it came out to drink water. She loved to watch the deer. It was her friend.
The deer came out, antlers on its head. It walked to the river. And bowed its head to drink. Fauna watched. She walked right out to the edge of the river. The deer looked up from drinking. And watched Fauna. Fauna dipped her hands in the water, and scooped up some to drink.
THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! Four arrows were sticking out of the deers right shoulder. It collapsed, never knowing how it had died. Fauna’s jaw dropped. It had been murdered before her eyes.
Four men from the village came out of the woods on the far side of the river from her, near the deer, laughing and patting each other on the back. One of them explaining, “He came to get a drink. But it would be his last.” He held up his bow, pulled the string, and let it go.
Fauna watched them, tears burning her cheeks. She held up her arms, as if holding a bow, drew four times and let it go. Each time a man to the ground, dead, pierced through the heart by an arrows no one could see.
The day Fauna’s wild magic came to life.