Creative Writing: Elie Wiesel's Night

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“Are you okay?” asked Viggo softly. In the blink of an eye, something in Night snapped, what was she doing? She hated this man, he hunts and sells dragons for profit! Quickly, she rammed her head into Viggo’s nose, he faltered, and subsequently dropped her. She heard Viggo grunt in pain, but she paid him no mind, she made a break for it. “NIGHTSTAR BLOODLUST!” she heard him snarl, fortunately she was just as fast in this small form as in her adult form. Night didn't know where she was running, but it was out of his tent. Night yelped when a tall and dark skinned man tackled her to the ground. Her heart sank the moment when she knew it was Krogan. He had sat himself on her legs, and forced a hand on her tiny chest. The hand digging into the bandage whip wound, “oh, dear… it looks like you’re in trouble now,” the lead-flyer taunted. Not able to bring herself to speak, she turned her head away from him and the sound of Viggo Grimborn’s storming footsteps. …show more content…

“Johann was right, she is slippery,” Krogan smirked. But Viggo didn't hear him, he was already storming back to his tent with a small panicked child, trying to squirm out of his