Inches. That's how far away from the girl he was. Around about 3.7 inches to be exact. Did he know that? No. Did she? Oh yeah, she was having trouble making her breath quiet. Now, some of you may be asking why he was searching for her, why she was hiding. The answer is simple really. They worship me, and I love picking a champion. How they dispose of my favourites, I don't care, as long as I watch. He stopped suddenly, his head whipping around as if he heard something, while she covered her mouth in fear, peeking through the slots of the cabinet, tears streaming down her face as she said a last prayer to me. "I'm sorry sister, but this is how it must be if I'm his champion." With that, he thrust the sword from his belt into the cabinet, a piercing scream cutting through the old house. He smiled, opening the door slowly, wanting to see the body that was no longer there. A snarl escaped him, just as a knife pierces through his heart. "Sorry brother, just have to keep things even, you did try first." Her whisper was so quiet, but it echoed through the house as she walked away, her laughter almost scaring me. The next morning in the news, there was word of the boy. We have found yet another body, marked with the same symbol as the last three. Why people would kill hounds and mark them, we will never know. If you have any information... All she did was snicker, wondering when it was going to be her lifeless body, marked with the wolf head, barely visible through her pretty white fur. Maybe next time.. --- Okay I lied mystery is kinda hard /).(\