Huntsman: Love Will Find a Way

Huntsman
Love will find A Way

Rebecca Davis

Copyright 2015 Rebecca Davis

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This book is a work of fiction
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Any resemblance to any person,
alive or deceased, is purely coincidental
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Rebecca Davis
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Dedicated to all of my amazing readers who have stuck with me since the beginning
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You guys are amazing
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-Contents-

Prologue – Huntsman

Chapter 1 – Lara

Chapter 2 – Huntsman

Chapter 3 – Lara

Chapter 4 – Huntsman

Chapter 5 – Lara

Chapter 6 – Huntsman

Chapter 7 – Lara

Chapter 8 – Huntsman

Chapter 9 – Lara

Chapter 10 – Lara

Chapter 11 – Huntsman

Chapter 12 – Lara

Chapter 13 – Huntsman

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Authors Note

“Who will you be when faced with the end?

The end of a kingdom,

The end of good men,

Will you run?

Will you hide?

Or will you hunt down evil with a venomous pride?

Rise to the ashes,

Rise to the winter sky,

Rise to the calling,

Make heard the battle cry
.

Let it scream from the mountains

From the forest to the chapel,

Because death is a hungry mouth

And you are the apple
.

So who will you be when faced with the end?

When the vultures are circling

And the shadows descend

Will you cower?

Or will you fight?

Is your heart made of glass?

Or a pure Snow White?”

-
         
Lily Blake

Prologue
Huntsman

The tales you hear only tell one side of the story
.

They only tell you the story of a girl whose hair was black as ebony
.
  A girl whose lips were red as blood
.
And, and whose skin was fair as snow
.
This is the girl in your stories
.

But, her name is not Snow White
.

And, she was not who she portrayed
.

That girl was evil hearted, bitter, and with an ugly spirit
.
She was not an animal lover, and she hated the outdoors
.
But, most of all
.
She despised her sister
.

Her sister is the missing piece
.

This girl was older, wiser, and kinder than the girl of your stories
.
She had hair the color of Amber, and eyes the color of the forest floor after the rain
.
She had the ability to speak to animals, to speak to the trees
.
She had a love for every person, creature, or thing she crossed paths with
.

This is the girl who had gone unnoticed
.

This is the girl who was looked over
.

This is the girl who deserved to have her story told
.

And now, it will be
.

Chapter 1
Lara

I was running
.

Faster and faster I would go
.
The trees of the forest that surrounded me seemed to close in, the bushes and shrubs closer to the ground catching and tearing at my skirt
.
My heavy breathing and bare feet pounding against the forest floor were the only sounds that I heard
.
Even the arrows whizzing by, barely missing my head, were silent in their streaking
.
The tops of the trees seemed to form into a canopy, capturing me onto the straight path I was on with no means of escape
.

I couldn’t remember why I was running, just that I couldn’t stop
.
I had to keep going, keep moving, and keep putting more and more distance between myself and those chasing me
.
Keep running, keep running, and keep running
.
That’s what was going through my head
.
Over and over again as if stuck on a broken record
.

When I saw the small opening in the distance, it was the push I needed to move faster
.
That small, almost miniscule opening held the promise of escape, of relief
.
I needed to escape
.
I moved my feet as fast as I could, pushing the pads of my feet into the damp earth, just to push off of the ground just as quickly
.
   The opening became clearer, became larger, and became closer
.

I was almost there
.

And then, it was a dead end
.
There was no opening, no salvation
.

No escape
.

I stopped, looking around me
.
Searching the trees that caged me in for some break, some way to get out
.
I felt the tears try to well in my eyes, but I wouldn’t let them come out
.
I needed to stay level-headed, I needed to keep my mind clear
.
I needed to forget everything around me
.
I needed to listen to the breeze, the words of the leaves brushing against each other
.

So, that’s what I did
.

Survival instincts set in
.
I quickly fell to my back, letting my body sink into the ground, leaving my imprint in the earth
.
I didn’t move, staying entirely still, barely breathing
.
I listened to the breeze, to the wind, to the dying grass and to the leaves
.
I listened for their guidance, for their wisdom
.
I pushed the noise of my oncoming opponents to the back of my mind, focusing entirely on the voice of the forest
.

Soon enough, I heard the leaves whisper “ground,” the grass murmured “base,” and the wind cried out “trees
.
” My eyes flashed open and I rolled to the side just as a large axe came down where my torso had laid
.
I saw the small hole in the base of the trees, barely big enough that I could make it through
.
I quickly sled through it as a sword sliced through the air were my head should have been
.
Before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, though, I was falling
.

I watched the world pass by me, first in vivid color, then in black and brown
.
I watched as the sky got smaller and smaller, until I couldn’t see it at all
.

I woke up to the sprinkle of rain that had slipped through the canopy of leaves above me as they fell on my face
.
I blinked a few times, trying to regain a sense of my surroundings before I tried to stand
.
I ran my fingers through the wet grass, the cool dew melting against my fingers
.
When my fingertips reached the edging of my book, I sat up with a sigh
.