The Black Hawk
by Cecile B. Smith
It was cold. She could feel it down to her marrow. She had no memory of how she wound up in the woods or how long she had been there. All she knew was this black hawk was following her; or should she say she was following it. Like it was guiding her; but where she did not know. Stumbling in the snow, she saw a cabin ahead. Was it her imagination or was it real. She would soon find out.
She approached the cabin with trepidation, not knowing who or what she would find. Slowly making her way, she noticed movement within the cabin. She halted in her steps; thoughts running wild in her mind. There was no place for her to hide when the giant stalked out the door. His gaze immediately found her. Her breath caught; she knew this man but her mind was a haze. He slowly made his way to her; just in time, she collapsed.
She woke to find this man hovering over her with some hot liquid. “My lady, please drink. This will thaw you out some,” he spoke with such reverence in his deep voice. Something stirred within her soul when he spoke. She did not want to insult the man who saved her life; she took the cup and drank. She noticed a black hawk tattoo on his arm. He stood and bowed, “My Queen, you had us worried. We thought we lost you. I am glad to have you home.”