The Master of Youth

Hey this is a little short story that I am writing and every other week i'll post some more of it. ENJOY!

I ran through the forest hoping to get away. I couldn’t fight her off by myself, I needed help. I heard her foot steps behind me closing in. I couldn’t out run her I knew that I just needed to get out of the swamp. I was following the stream hoping that it would lead to the lake close to the western capitol. I tripped over a root and fell to the ground hitting my face hard on a rock. My face was now bleeding the blood making a small pool by the rock. I desperately tried to get up but the pain was too much. I heard laughing; she was behind me walking towards me slowly. As she approached I dug my hands into my pockets and filled my hands with crushed rowan wood, hoping that would be enough to slow her down or save my life. Her hands grabbed me by the hair and tugged my head up to meet her face. This was the first time I had seen a blood witch up close. Her eyes we black and her skin in patches on her face covering up the bone underneath. Her teeth were pointy and red. She held me there for minute, just looking into my eyes. “Rowan wood don’t work on me, boy,” she said smiling. My eyes must have showed my fear since she began to laugh. “You stupid boy, don’t your master teach ya anyting, rowan wood only good for lower witches,” her face began to smile “For me you be needing some armous dust.” I looked at her trying to understand what she was saying. “What boy, don’t yah know what armous dust be?” she looked into my eyes and didn’t even wait for me to answer, “armous dust come form the armous flower which bloom only once ever sixty-seven years, boy.” She threw my head down into the dirt, laughing as she did so. I was angry why would my master send me hear if he didn’t teach me how to defeat her. “Now yah gonna pay for comin after me.” I had to get away it was my only chance whether the rowan wood would work on not I had to try it.