Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-35691777-20181102002517/@comment-36309590-20181118001520

(Alright).

Damian placed a hand on his daughters shoulder and motioned for her to be quiet. He then cocked his head to the side and listened. His eyes narrowed as he heard the sounds of twigs snapping from the rows of dark trees to his left.

"That sound...is it more Grimm?" His daughter, Sophia, whispered a tinge of fear creeping into her voice. Damian could understand his daughters fear. Neither of them had expected to be attacked Grimm, this was supposed to be a safe route from their town to a neighboring one a few miles away. Damian had been told that the Grimm along this route had been taken care of, so when he had taken his son,  Vance and his daughter Sophia with him at dusk, to go to the neighbouring town for supplies he hadn't expected to be attacked and therefore hadn't brought anything other than an ordinary rifle with him for protection.

It was that oversight that cost him his sons life.

"But it will not cost me my daughter's life." He thought as he picked up the rifle and aimed it in the direction of the sound. "Sophia..." He said, turning to look at her. "When I tell you to run, run. Don't stop ans don't look back, no matter what. Understand?"

"Yes." She said with a nod, even though the idea of leaving her father out here to fend off the Grimm by himself terrified her.

Damian tensed as the sounds of twigs breaking grew closer and louder.

"Any second now..." He thought, the rifle shaking slightly. Any moment now the Grimm would charge out of the blackness.

He waited.

Nothing.

He waited some more.

Still nothing...

And then, instead of a Grimm, an older man in a long black hooded cloak stepped out of the underbrush. He walked towards them, stopping a few feet away.

"Who are you?" Damian asked, relieved to see it wasn't a Grimm, yet still suspicious of this stranger.