The Biricha

The Biricha was made from a touch of frost on a cold Nove morning. The silk of a glow-worm and the milk of a spider. It was filled with the harmony of silence and armoured with iron from the River Styx.
It flew upon the breeze, twisting and turning in the air. Oblivious to the fact that it was being watched.

flashback
I woke up and saw that my leg had stopped bleeding. It had been snowing over night so the blood had frozen but left its mark all over my legs. I looked at the cut and saw that it was deeper than I had realised. I knew that it was going to be a pain to walk on so I ripped up my jacket and bandaged my leg. I had to get up and keep on going. I dont even want to think about what might hapen to me if they catch up.
I had been on the run now for 8 months and I knew that I was going to be on the run for a lot longer. It was mainly to keep my family safe. Well, that was what I told myself at the beginning. Now I know that it is just a hopeful attempt at keeping my brother alive, if only he knew that I existed.

hey, i was wondering what you thought of this. comment if you hated it or if you liked it. i probs wont put up another if people say that it is bad. but if you like it i might have to try to continue it!! =D