Snippet #2677185

It seemed to be taken forever to get out the forest. Maritza could still see the glow up ahead, but now she was hearing voices. They were distant and faint, but never the less voices. She hesitated, I wonder if they are nice people? Do they not see the shinning between the weird looking buildings? She thought. Pushing her hair behind her ears she sat against a tree trunk to rest. Maritza had no idea how long she had been walking, but it seemed like a really long time.

She went to tie her hair with her scrunchy, pulling it over her hand, when it started to glow. W-What the... now in her hand was a sword. It was almost the color of the lake, but had pigments of a darker blue. It was lite in her hand. This sword has to be as tall as me! How is it so lite?! She almost screamed at it. Standing up, while having the sword at a good distance away from herself, she measured its height against her own height. It was only a few inches taller than her. She grabbed the sword with her other hand and swung. It was clear she looked awkward doing so. Now how do I get it back to my scrunchy? She thought.

Maritza tapped her wrist with the sword and it transformed back to the scrunchy. Ha! She was glad it was a simple way. Now that she knew she had a weapon she headed toward the voices, hoping they were nice.