Drafts of the Girl - #5 Ghost's Battle with the Big Wolves

Snowy meadows and Lost ways 

Day 5: Thursday, 21.08 p.m.

She is back. The ghost, she is here.

I missed her presence so painfully. Every day went by, with me staring hopelessly at the windows and ceaselessly waiting for her to come back from the long and mysterious voyage. 

But when I saw her, time seemed to stop for a second. She was an infernal mess; her tresses were disheveled, her eyes were blood-ridden, and her clothes were torn. On her right cheek was a smear of dried red blood, and a huge scar ran down her left leg. Although she was a ghost, she appeared to have lost her soul to the devil at a crossroads. 

I immediately hugged her tightly in an attempt to show I was here for her through the blood and pain. I hoped the embrace would make all her pains disappear and instill some hope in her. 

Leaning into me, she wearily uttered that she was sorry to have kept me waiting for so long. I said I didn't mind and was just relieved to see her again. 

However, she wished to explain her reasons, and I couldn't help but give in to her fervent request. Then she mentioned a strange story. 

After she left home and left me that moonless evening, she traveled to the magical realm. Despite housing the most alluring places, the magical realm also has places of bewitching danger. She usually takes the same path and dwells in the mellow sunlight to clear her heart. But on this journey, she made a foolish mistake. 

She followed the white bird with a broken beak and entered the borderless forests. It was chilling and exhilarating at the same time. As she walked and treaded the forest plains, it started to snow. The breeze was chilly, and the clouds turned light shades of gray. Occasionally, she heard the sounds of horses running and ravens crying. The snow stretched and stretched into snowy meadows, but she knew she could still trace her way back to the shroud of trees and back to the place where she entered the forest. 

Her fears came true, and when two wolves appeared from the folds of the snowy air and lunged at her. She ducked in the nick of time and avoided the menacing attack. She swiftly retrieved the knife she stashed in her boots and took the stance to fight the wolves. 

The wolves mirrored the image of hellhounds that destroy everything in their wake. The big wolf stayed, languidly circling, while the small white wolf growled and lunged again, causing the long scar that she now bears on her left leg. Her attempts to stab the wolf were futile, and she was left pinned to the ground. The furious white wolf aimed for her neck and advanced with sharp fangs, but suddenly the white wolf was thrown to the ground by the black one. It growled with power, and the white wolf whimpered in submission. 

Then, the black wolf stared right into the ghost's eyes, and they both disappeared back into the creases of the snow breeze. 

She said she couldn't move for long in the utter disbelief of the terror that just happened, and she lay there curled up. 

As time passed, she regained her strength and slowly traced her way back home to me. 

 I am happy she considers me home, but I am worried sick about her wild endeavors.