I was so excited to get my hunting license. I had practiced with my Hunter's Knife for months in the fields using scarecrows as targets. The tall grass helped me work on stealth to. I woke up one day to go train. I slid into my hunters greaves; A gift from my father. They were the best pieces of armor I had. I pulled my leather mail on, and fastened my vambraces tight. I stumbled outside, trying to get helmet on. It was still early in the morning; the village was hauntingly silent in the still night air. As always, the village chief was already awake, and sitting at a wooden table smoking a pipe. I waved to him, as I started off towards the field. I paused in fear as I saw six silhouettes speedily run across the field, it was to dark to see them, but I could see the trails they were making through the grass. I clumsily sprinted back to the village square, and climbed up to the bell tower. I heaved the rope downward with all my strength. A deafening thwong confirmed danger. I climbed back down just in time to see the chief knock on everyone's door to tell them to get to their cellars.
I gripped my Hunters Knife tightly. Just then I heard loud, squawking roars all around me. I spun around as two blue raptors came at me. I had never fought real enemies before. I rolled out of the way, and leaped forward. My blade came down in a quick arc, and cut one of the monsters down its side. It doubled over and bled profusely on the ground. The other had gotten behind me, and leaped at me, knocking me to the ground. As the raptor walked up to me, a piercing gunshot accompanied a large shell blasting through the beast's left leg, I got up and stabbed the wounded creature repeatedly. I looked over to see the village chief standing with a crossbow over his shoulder, pointing behind me. Another one jumped out from behind the orchard. I whirled around, and gashed the creature down the middle. It split in half, and smacked against the side of a house. Two more were coming at me. I gave the chief a hand signal he had taught me. He reloaded his gun, and aimed carefully. Right when they were about 3 yards away, a harpoon shot out from the old mans gun, and impaled one of the beasts. I went to work on the other two, slashing, and stabbing at them furiously. I slaughtered one so bad; the corpse on the ground was barely identifiable. The other had been beheaded as I swung around and caught it in the throat, and cut through.
After all the monsters were slain, people started coming out of their houses, checking if it was safe. The chief walked over to me, pulled a slip of paper out of his bag, and gave it to me. My heart warmed. It could have been the warmth of the rising sun, or the fact that I had just been handed a hunting license. It was then, in the rising sun, in the presence of my village, I became a hunter.
To be Continued...