The Chronicles of Red Riding Hood

Okay, this is someting that i'm working on. The plots kind of write themselves since I will referencing the tales wrote by the Brother's Grimm. I'm changing a few things. Its the adventors of Red Riding Hood as she helps the wolf with his plans as well as get her revenge on her father. You need to read some of the orginal works of the Grimm's (dark stuff) So, I hope you like it.

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It was summer in the Germany. The land was carpeted with lush greens and life, which made the terrain easier to travel for the small army of the king. Their mission was simple enough, go east and clear the way of rebels and conquer villages so the main force would have a swift trip to rival kingdom.
In truth, the soldiers thought their king was ambitious to try and conquer the rival kingdom, but soldiers weren’t paid to think rather to fight and laid down their lives for the king. Then again, the company was eager to start, for they haven’t seen any action in many summers, not to mention, villages really couldn’t put a fight. The pickings would be good, in the sense of food, lodging, and of course women. So the soldiers were looking forward to this mission, in the name of the king.

“What a march in folly. Decorated soldiers…what a sham, all I see are murdering thieves that justify their deeds by proclaiming in the name of their gluttons pig king. Filthy dogs”
The warm and bright day was giving way to night. The company of soldiers had made good time, and now found themselves before the Black Forest. Tomorrow they would get an early start, cross the sea of trees while visiting the small villages that were hidden within, but for tonight they would rest in the field next to the forest.
The last few strands of light vanished as night took to his throne with his bride the moon by his side. Her gentle beauty casting a comforting light in the shadows of her lord’s dark might.
The company had a few fires going as they talked and laughed amongst themselves, joking about the justified chaos they would bring tomorrow. The poor fools were too wrapped up in their merriment to pay heed to the forest not to far a way. A wind howled through the wood, making the trees moan and sway like tormented souls in purgatory. The moon shielded her face behind the clouds as the shadows of night leaned closer for the show. The poor men didn’t heed the warning the forest was giving, but that would there loss.
One lone soldier stood away from his comrades. He had been chosen for the tedious job of keeping watch. The man mumbled bitterly as the injustice, he glared at the others that were warm by the fire with food and drink having a grand time.
“There be nothing out here” he said aloud, rubbing his hands together. He cast his eyes towards the wood.
The trees swayed and moaned in the winds, and fog eerily danced within the perimeter of the forest. A shiver went up the man’s spine. There were all types of stories told about the Black Forest. Some called in the Devil’s Wood, of course, these were only tales. However, the soldier could understand why people said those things, the forest at night look unholy and sinister. The man tore his gaze from the wood to once again look at the others. How he longed to be over there with the fire and food.
Suddenly, a cold feeling washed over the man, the hairs on the back of his neck should on all ends. Her feared to look away from the fire to see what was behind him, but he did anyway. The lone soldier turned back to the wood, and there…off to the side, not forty feet away from him he saw it. A lone figure came from within the woods. The figure had a small stature, a thin frame from what the soldier could tell, for the figure was draped with a bight red riding hood. The figure seemed not to notice the soldier but looked to be transfixed upon the rest of the company. The watcher was about to call out to the figure when the cloaked entity moved. From beneath the red shroud, two arms emerged, each banishing a sword. In that moment, time slowed down for the watcher, the figure began to move forward, dual swords crossed in front of it as it charged for the unsuspecting soldiers.
The watcher was about to yell, but the call never made is out of the man’s throat. The soldier was tackled to the ground savagely, pinned under a heavy weight. The last thing the soldier experience were the screams of his comrades echoing in his ears, and the sight of an immense, black wolf with frightful yellow eyes staring down at him. The wolf offered the man a wolfish grin before the beast lunged forward, its great jaws ripping and tearing the mans throat.
The beast raised his head from the limb body beneath it. Its joules covered by warm blood. It licked its teeth savoring the flavor of the mortal. “Not as sweet as others” he thought. He turned to watch the chaos unfolding before him. He delighted at seeing his little red lamb was laying waste to those pathetic humans. Yes, he had taught her well, thou he knew she didn’t enjoy the killing. A shame, but that didn’t matter to the wolf as long as she did what she was told. Movement caught the wolf’s eyes as he saw some humans try and make a run for it.
No, no this won’t do at all…can’t leave any survivors thought the wolf “Heh, let the chase begin” The wolf dashed forward, his intent to kill the fools that thought they could escape.
By the red dawn, the once peaceful field by the forest was covered in blood and dead soldiers. The crows had already descended on the scene; it wouldn’t take long for them and others to pick the bones clean. It would take a while for the king to find out his army was dead and thus further delaying his plans for conquest.

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