Is this Life?
Chapter 1
As she crouched behind the shrub, she narrowed her eyes as she spotted her next meal. A lone bighorner. A rare occurrence. But she wasn’t about to pass the opportunity of red meat, after all she has to look after herself. She slowly pulled back her bow, equipped with her handmade arrows. It fired through the air and cracked into the beast’s chest with such force it flung backwards.
Ellen waited for a moment. The bighorner stirred and slowly came to it’s feet. Then fell again.
She lowered her bow, and crept into the clearing. As she approached the body she could clearly see now that the beast was in fact a youngling.
‘[censored],’ she whispered, pulling her arrow from the depths of it’s chest. A faint rumble was beginning to shake the ground. Suddenly a herd of bighorners came of the valley into the clearing.
Ellen quickly jumped to her feet and slowly started backing away. The largest of the herd came stomping over, sniffing the youngling. Then, as abruptly as it appeared, it gave a almighty roar of despair. At that instant it turned it’s fierce eyes to Ellen.
‘Now, now big fella, I was only trying to….’
She sharply whipped out another arrow into it’s chest. The bighorner simply looked at her, as if to say ‘Bring it on.’
Ellen turned, sprinting away, in no particular direction, just as fast as she could without bouncing her important bundle too much. She had the bighorner charging after her. She managed to get a split second to look over her shoulder. Not only was the bull galloping after her. The entire herd were stampeding towards her.
Really, she knew she was [censored]. But Ellen wasn’t about to give up now, after all she had been through.
She continued her mad escape across the desert. Lucky for her, these bighorners were not the fastest over long distances. As Ellen was starting to weaken, she remembered her bundle. She had to survive. She noticed something ahead of her, a narrow chasm. It was her only shot.
She sped up, and leaped into the canyon and held the rocky ledges both sides of her, and prayed her tired legs would stay wedged in the gap. Ellen succeeded. She hung there whilst some of the bighorners, that where eithier running too fast or too stupid to stop themselves, plunged into the canyon crunching at the bottom.
The bull stopped in it's tracks and gave up, delivered one last roar and retreated.
Ellen sighed with relief. Made sure her baggage and contents were still firmly tied to her back. And began carefully scaling down the uneven wall to the ground. She spotted the couple of young bighorners that had fortunately fell to their deaths.
‘ Well at least I can still have supper,’ she thought aloud.
Ellen watched the crackling fire, the meat slowly cooking, the smell slowly reaching her nostrils. She gave it a prod,
‘That’ll be about done,’ she thought. She got out her knife and started hacking away.
Once she had eaten a sufficient amount, she pulled the bundle from her back, and carefully opened it and reached for the precious cargo inside.
A pair of beautiful blue eyes stared sleepily back at her and started svckling the air.
‘Your suppertime now little one.’ She popped her boy under her top, and let him drink.
‘Calm yourself little one,’ she soothed to him, ‘there’s plenty there thanks to your ma, quite a spot of bother for food tonight….but as always, worth it.’
She stared into glowing fire. And thought back on how this came to such desperation.