“HEY GIRLIE, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!”
she looked up in fear as it neared her, and I sighed. Damsels in distress were not my thing. As I went to save her, she disappeared. Apparently I wasn’t the only one confused, because the minotaur stumbled and stopped in its tracks.
“The hell, is she a witch?!”
“I’m not a witch-“
“Ah! The hell! Where did you”
“Hi, im Amalie! I have a lot of bad luck, hence the minotaur” she pointed to the minotaur, racing towards us.
“**** it!” I grabbed her wrist and ran through the forest, trying to lose the minotaur in the trees.
“H-hey, stop!” She shouted. She seemed completely out of breath. Of all the days to have bad luck, this was the one. I quickly pulled her behind a tree and covered her mouth to muffle her sound. We have only been running for a few minutes, but she looked ready to pass out. Thats when i realized how close to me she actually was. I could feel her breath on my chest as she tiredly clung to me.
“****, really pulled the short straw at birth huh?”
“Yeah” she replied through breaths. “Sucks that luck is hereditary.”