SILVER CANINE AND ITS MASTER

 A lake laid in a rocky region. At the adolescence of dawn it was unruffled by the wind wafting with nature's vibe and in harmony with vacuous and noiseless surrounding.

As plain as it was, it had the energy and pleasantness of lotus land, yet appeared to be unfrequented, thanks to that, morning birds could move, fly and sing unhindered.

Suddenly, wavelets covered the surface of the lake as raindrops began falling from the sky in ripples. With time, the shallow raindrops intensified to pelting, awaking the previously slept lake fully.

In the same condition

Whoosh_something flew in swift motion as though thrown, accompanied by a more disturbing ripples in the lake. 

"Woof woof"

Raindrops did not impede!

In the hollowness of the environment sounded a powerful whoop of a canine which made appearance like a fighter in action! Attributing to its speed, the four legged fighter pounced on the lake like it was a doyen in attack or violence but gracefully. The canine was not slender, rather it had a strong physique and an impressive physical agility.

Sinking into the depth of the lake, it took a span of only three seconds to surface again with a silver dagger in its mouth.

That wasn't all, as originally the silver dagger was aimed for a catch and now both dagger as well as the catch were retrieved by the silver canine. With the rainfall intensifying every passing second, the pitter-patter against the lake swollen as though the lake was doomed.

Soaked thoroughly in the cold lake water and rainfall, the canine with silver tone proceeded out though not as cheerful as birds but as cheerless as grave.

 Speak of silver, an insouciant air hovered around a maiden who stood at close quarters getting pelted by the downpour although the waterproof felted cloak she wore protected her from getting drenched like her silver canine.

The black nature of the cloak gave off a sepulchral aura especially the striking black rose embroidery on the veil masking the maiden's face. 

Showing no interest on the catch her silver canine brought forth, she only took back her slender and alluring silver dagger, wiped the edge and slipped it back into its scabbard.

Like master like canine, the silver canine breathed in and out in the cold downpour with solemnity. It lowered its head and feasted on the catch mirthlessly, smearing its muzzle bloody.

 "Crazy, the only choice is to survive with hatred, the thoughts on my mind could blow up the world.

I'm willing to follow the death path, the path to grave, sprinkling drizzles of my curse.

What is the point of trying? what is the point of hiding? These days i think everyone will die, because i will come for them" 

 The maiden sang while waiting for her silver canine. With the rainfall as beats, the song came out with a certain goose bumps-inducing dark vibe especially with the thunder echoing now and then across the land.

"Ragnar, maybe this is what being Maiden Houdini is all about. Do you agree or should we change our fate?"

The maiden's voice audibly competed with the sound of the rainfall while she spoke to her silver canine which raised its head momentarily looking at her with a low groan seeing eye to eye with the idea of changing their fate of living in the forest.

9 long years in the forest, maybe it was reasonable for her to be bored of the mundane forest's lifestyle but the world was not the home she knew as every step on the land could lead to the fall of Maiden Houdini. But who cares, life was never easy on her to begin with thus she swore that the world will fall with the fall of Maiden Houdini.