Ama slowly crept forward, the grass rustled slowly, a growling noise rising into the air. The other hobbits were poised around her with various weapons, all of them slowly edging forward. The yellow eyes danced between the long grass and Ama’s hand trembled as it clenched the rock she had picked up from the ground. A whisper that it might be a wrag was mentioned, but she tried to block these comments out of her head. Wrags? They were fearful creatures, she had heard about them in tales she had been told when she was just eight, but meeting one was nothing like she had imagined.
Her heart beat hard against her chest and drowned out all noise save that which was the rustling of the reeds. She edged closer. She was going to do it. Al she had to do was pull back the grass to reveal the thing and the others would have a clear shot, a clear shot. She would be sacrificing her own life but that did not matter.
She reached out and clutched a pile of grass in her hands, dropping the rock her only defence. Olo whispered out to stop but she did not listen. Ama yanked the grass back and closed her eyes.
“It’s a wolf!” cried out Ben.
Ama let go of the grass and ran back behind the rest of the hobbits again. She was too scared, maybe someone else should do it she said faintly.
[ June 20, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]
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