The Hunter

The Hunter

His keen eyes search from atop the
branch on which he is crouched,
waiting like a panther to strike it's prey.
The day is hot, but he is cool
and comfortable from the years of living
among the tree tops, keeping out of the
suns hot gaze. As he watches for any sign
of food he hears a crack, hardly noticeable
to the untrained ear, he turns to search for
the source of the sound only to see a woman
approaching, heading for the edge of the
forest.

The woman's hair is short and her skin
fair; Her clothes are beautiful but simple
giving the impression of moderate living.
As The Hunter watches her light footsteps
he turns and follows her a short way, not
realizing that his heart is beating faster
then it ever has, by this time he had nearly
walked off in to nothingness as he had reached
the end of the trees. He curses himself for
remaining quiet, rather then speak to such a
wonderful woman.

As he is turning to return to the tree in which
he had abandoned his hunting knife and bow, he
notices a small silvery object laying on the
the ground, "That woman must have dropped it."
said The Hunter to himself before jumping down
from his branch and picking it up. "Wow!", he
exclaims, "It's made of solid silver!", The
Hunter flips the ring in his over to see if
there are any markings, but finds nothing.

"I'll return this to her the next time she
passes beneath my tree, she must not have
noticed it was gone...", he thinks quietly
to himself as he climbs back in to the trees
to watch the sun set over the oceans edge.


To be continued...