Chapter 1

I didn't want it to come to this, she thought as she shot the man from her spot up in the tree. She climbed down and walked to him to retrieve the arrow. "It wasn't always like this. I wasn't always like this." She yanked the arrow out of his chest - his heart, to be specific - and walked out to the trail. She liked the woods. She always had. She and her sisters took to them when possible. Well, they used to. Now they were always in the forest.

There was no choice. They couldn't live in a house anymore. Too easy to target in a house. So they kept moving around, killing the enemy along the way. After all, an agent of the enemy is easy to spot. The birds never make a sound when one is within a mile. She wandered further from the trail and deeper into the woods. Despite the horrible war going on, the fact that they lived in a hole in a hill comforted her. She had always wanted to live in a hobbit hole.

Nearing the hill, she whistled their three note tune, but poorly. She couldn't whistle as well as the other two could. Vera could call a flock of birds to sing - or whistle - with her. And ____ [name of other sister yet to be translated], she could whistle just fine, but most animals just listened to her without musical prompt. Crazy sisters.