On a small hill sat a small village of no more than 30 persons. Despite this, the village was bustling with activity and never seemed to settle down. The children were playing, the fathers working, and the mothers were left with the busy work.
It was a Saturday evening when something peculiar happened, a child went missing. (So this is a common trope in writing fantasy/sci-fi. EVERYTHING WAS NORMAL UNTIL ONE DAY IT WASN'T. Of course that's how the adventure starts, how else? But in here I have little to care about a child going missing. So far you've only given us a sliver of what life was like in the village - three sentences. This is all narration so far and it's an age-old lesson in writing called "Show, Don't Tell." Don't just tell us a child went missing - show us. Make us feel and care for the child.)
The child's mother ran all through town pleading for help, "MY son! Where is my son!". The guards quickly searched every house in town of which there were 17, with no luck the child was pronounced dead.
The mother refused to give up, and decided he must be lost in the forest to the north. So she left town to search for the boy, telling no one. She was never seen again.
The next day another child vanished, this time that of the butcher. Once again the police searched all 17 homes in the village with no luck. The child was pronounced dead. People were told to only go out for things necessary to their survival.
For a time, all was well. Then it happened, only two day after the last disappearance the scream of a woman was heard to the north. It was then that the officers realized, the threat wasn't something in the town, but outside of it. With this new lead, they assembled and went north into the forest.
The people of the village anxiously awaited their return, but no one came back that night, or the next one, or the one after that. This was the last straw. They gathered every able bodied male in the village, armed them with weapons and sent them into the forest with the intention to kill whatever was in there.
Only 7 remained. 4 women, 2 disabled men and a new born child. The last remnants of the village came together to create a plan of escape. Having mountains to the east and west meant protection from the expanding territories of Zion and Hierosolyma who use small villages like these as death camps, but that also meant they count go around the forest, they also had an ocean to the south, but there were not enough rations to make the journey.
Their only hope was to make it through the forest to Euclid, they had no other options. They packed their bags with as much as they could carry, armed themselves with the remaining weapons, and went north just as the others had done before them. The only thing separating them from Euclid was the forest, "Liebe" they had named it. The forest of love. An ironic name, considering the tragedy that had befallen the village.
As they delved further into the forest, they created a formation of sorts. (Be concise about it. Just say "they created a formation". Remove "of sorts". That's exactly what they did - no mystery about it. So you shouldn't say "of sorts".) The women armed with weapons were in the front, the lady with the new born child behind them, and the disabled men dragged behind.
Night was soon upon them, forcing them to set up camp for the night although no one slept. At day break they heard a cry for help from deeper in the forest. Not wanting to abandon somebody in need, the 3 armed women went after it. The lady with the child and the disabled men stayed behind, for safety.
Just as they began to lose hope, they heard the voice of one of the women deeper in the woods, (I noticed from here on out, you forgot to capitalize the first letter of every quote)"the coast is clear, hurry it over here!". The men followed quickly, not wanting to fall behind again. (Ah, adverbs. Adverbs and adjectives can be very easy to fall into. "The men followed quickly" Consider something like "The men bolted, leaping over the shrubberies." Something to illustrate the urgency. Think of it like a movie.) The child began crying, and the mother gently soothed it to sleep.
Something then spoke from the trees, "I thirst for the blood of a new born child, give it to me and you will be spared". Then she heard the voice of her compatriots "it'll be alright" they said "just give it the baby" they told her.
For a moment she was dumbstruck, they wouldn't say such things.
She shouted, "Your tricks do not fool me, those voices belong to you!"
It lowered it's ("its" not "it's", the latter means "it is") head from the trees. A hideous creature with a neck akin to that of a snake, but with the face of a human being. (This is an incomplete sentence. You should reorganize as "A hideous creature with a neck akin to that of a snake, but with the face of a human, lowered its head from the trees)
It said to her, "then I will kill you just as I did the rest of the villagers!"
The creature lashed out at with its fierce jaws, she jumped out of its path causing it to hit the ground with a whimper. She ran as fast as she could. The snake creature lashed out again catching her leg, tearing it off and exposing the bones and flesh. She fell to the ground in pain, a pool of blood quickly forming around her. As she breathed her last breath she witnessed a strange creature in a mask gently pick up the baby. Even if she could somehow fight it, she knew it didn't mean them harm. Then she passed into the great beyond. The snake creature didn't even notice the small figure take the child, too caught up in its own greed. When it did realize the baby was gone, it was too late. The child had already been taken to safety.