"No, I will fight..." The ten-year-old girl said, resolving herself to do what most her age wouldn't.
Yet she wanted to, as this was the world of Ossa, a being who she thought she could take care of but later ended up being taken care of instead.
Bel had resolved herself to live as he did, afraid he might leave her or find her useless, unaware that Ossa was bound to her.
She held the spear firmly as she continued to mutter the tier one spell, slightly moving the wind, and thus moving the mist out of her way.
Roar!! A red lion came into view, the creature stealthily moving towards her.
Seen by its prey, it lunged at her, but this time the little Bel did not move, despite her instincts telling her otherwise.
The spear in her hands shook with the same rhythm as her thumping heartbeat as no matter the front she tried to put up, she was still a little girl in front of a lion, her fear understandable.
