IN THE NIGHT AIR

I was sitting on the garden tree, as usual, dangling my skinny legs in to thin air .It was a gloomy cold night and the moon shined down into the glistening lake. I looked around examining the amazing view from the tree. Behind me I heard a crunch of twigs and a rustle of leaves.  My ears twitched, my entire body turning to silent velvet. However all was deadly still.

Then out of the thickening mist approached a terrifying figure. He had hair black as ebony; his eyes were red and piercing. He shot me a glance full of pure hatred. I tried to scream but my tongue was as dry as rocks. He was heading straight towards me.

His metal boots clanked in a very annoying way, loud as thunder. He was climbing up the branches one by one, slowly but steadily gaining on me.
 
Then suddenly out of the corner of my big blue eyes I glimpsed something sliver

“A DAGGER”I thought!
His hand came up, up, up with the dangerous weapon in his hand. I tried to nock the dagger out of his clutches but his hand was strong, very strong. The dagger came into my side. Pain rushed through my body like 100,000 stinging bees.

I screamed an ear piercing scream that rattled the window pains the floor rumbled it was like hell, no it was like the world was ending it was death!