Copyright 2014 G. T. Spoor
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Sitting alone, on the top of the hill, under the shade of an old oak tree, Kile watched the people go about their seemingly busy lives. She was a young girl of seventeen now. An average girl with an average face, though some would say attractive, although she never liked her nose. It was her father’s nose and she had issues with her father. She was small, compared with most, slender, almost frail looking, but then why did she choose to become a Hunter. The life of a Hunter was not something to be taken lightly. It was a life of solitude, a life of danger. She could handle the solitude, she liked the solitude… it was the danger she had a problem with.
Casually stroking the purring cat, which sat on her lap, she looked over the town that stretched out before her. She found the spot on top of the hill, under the old oak tree, about a month after arriving in Coopervill. It was quiet, it gave her a great view of the town, and nobody ever came up here. That was probably the most important aspect of the old tree, nobody ever came to visit it. She had been living in Coopervill for eight months now, and she still couldn’t really call it home. The people didn’t really accept her. They greeted her, they were kind to her, but she still didn’t feel as if she was a part of the town. So, whenever she could, she would come to the hill, sit under the oak tree and watch the town played out before her, like a spectator watching a show.