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Chapter 4
Eve had survived longer than most would in her world from the problems she had that had been passed upon her by her father’s greed. She had managed this feat by the knowledge she had accumulated from reading, observations, and words from the mouths of others. She made sure she never entered a situation without knowing some information about the land, the people, or the enemies. Knowing at least one of those kept her and her men alive. The situation she was in was not to be the case.
She wished she could push the lack of information she had at the moment upon Puck’s shoulders. It was partly her fault. Yet, who could blame her for not believing that magical beings existed? Believing in the Almighty was difficult enough as she was surrounded by greed, corruption, and death daily. Her belief in Him was kept in place by the need to keep herself grounded and help her have a sense of a goal of being a good person as best as she could. Without Him, she would have gone insane so long ago and had also accepted that sometimes you had to have something to believe in during the dark moments.
Her lack of knowledge currently left her with the biggest unanswered question, well, one of many questions, of how could she understand these beings. At least at home, the languages she knew, she had studied. She doubted her linguistic education had included these monsters. However, poor and weak, a single reason could explain the ability to understand beings she had never met. Puck had mentioned the possibility that a part of her was from his realm. Perhaps, her blood stored the languages—a laughable postulate.
Momentarily, a crazy idea blinked into existence. Mayhap Eve should walk up to the monsters and ask them the questions she had. One specific question nagged at the back of her mind: if they had witnessed her form of arrival. They had come to her location rapidly. She doubted that was a coincidence. At the rate the forest animals had sprinted away from danger, the monsters had been nearby. Problem she was viewing was they looked more ready to eat her than kindly tell her any information. She could tell they were hungry by the drool leaking from the tips of their protruding fangs. They must have been hunting when she had arrived and saw a tasty morsel that differed from what they usually ate.
Eve narrowed her eyes. They didn’t look that intelligent, honestly. She could take them or trick them into letting her go. They had the look of one who was happy with the simplest of goals. All they needed was to eat, fight, and sleep. That was their purpose of living. She could be wrong. It would be safer to sneak away, which in itself was going to be difficult. They could smell her.