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As the creature growled, she was sure its lips curled up into a grin.
Freya managed to find the strength in her feet and dragged herself backwards a step, never taking her eyes from the animal.When she moved, however, the creature leapt the small fence and landed on the other side. Her side of the fence. There was nothing between Freya and it, and it crouched down and crept towards her, as though it was tracking rats.
Freya was sure that, if she turned to run, it would be faster. Her mind was whizzing through every possibility but, in her fear, she couldn’t make out any sensible thought. Walking slowly backwards, Freya hoped that steady movements would show she was not a threat but, as the creature walked at the same speed towards her, she realised it wasn’t going to attack her because she was a threat. It was going to attack her because it wanted to. There was a light in the narrowing of its eyes as it advanced on her that showed the pleasure it felt in the fear Freya knew she was showing.
Realising she couldn’t escape the animal, she cupped her hand in front of her and a blue flame ignited in her palm. She had learned this from the crows, and had been practising in the last four months, in any idle moment when she was safe at home.
The flame warmed her, but didn’t burn her, and it was enough to stop the creature approaching. It kept watching her, seeing if she would make a mistake with the blue light or trip up. The light glinted in the unblinking eyes and Freya found that she couldn’t take her own eyes off them.
Freya’s heart was thumping in her chest so loud that it made her head pound. One careless step could be the end of this staring contest, and she was sure of the outcome of losing.
In her time with the crows, she had never seen a creature like this before, but she felt certain that it used the same magic she was holding in her hand. It certainly wasn’t natural. She was sure she would remember seeing pictures of a creature like the one before her. The closest think in her memory were drawings of sabre-toothed tigers but, while they had been frightening, there was something about this being that spoke of something more than natural. Something, she was sure, that was supernatural. Something that shouldn’t be prowling towards her right now.
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