This is my own original work. As i dont know what category it should be in i'm putting it in misc. books. The Birth of a God will be the first story in a series that i plan to write. R&R everyone.
Note: Please do not copy or use this without my permission. Thank you.
The pale light of the moon shone down on the Mahante Forest, casting jagged shadows on the small amount of mossy ground not covered by the numerous trees and flora. Rain fell softly making a dull pattering echo through the silence of the night. Only a few animals ventured out of their dens, blending in perfectly to their dark surroundings, only visible to the trained eye.
A small creature, about the size of a fawn tread slowly through the dense reddish ferns that littered the forest floor. It was cautious, stopping and scanning the area around it with its large golden eyes every minute or so. Each time it had deemed the area safe and took a few more steps with its long bony legs, leaning down to nibble on some small orange flowers.
It was completely unaware of the two strikingly blue orbs that followed its every movement from only a few meters away. Behind a sharp black rock crouched a hunter donned in the same furs of the animal before her. She sat silent and still, stalking her prey expertly.
The hunter breathed deeply and evenly, never taking her eyes off the black and red striped beast that crept closer and closer. She knew she could take the shot if she wanted but it was somewhat risky. There were still many feet in between the two and with the thick ferns and vines, there was still the possibility of her missing completely. In her current situation that was not an option.
Her stomach had been without any substantial food for nearly a week, save for a few edible herbs and berries. She had to keep herself from nearly pouncing on the Reshuteke in front of her, her mouth watering at the sight of it. She kept herself under control however, knowing she could ruin her chance at a decent meal if she made a move.
It took a silent step forward, holding it's ears up to catch even the slightest sound. Tiny droplets of sweat rolled down the hunter's bronzed skin. The timid creature was testing her patience. It wouldn't be long before she snapped. She could almost taste the creature's warm meat as she breathed in its scent, but it wasn't close enough. Her hands were shaking from lack of energy. Her heart was pounding with the thrill of the hunt. Her muscles tensed with anticipation. It was almost too much for her to stand. The Reshuteke revealed it's full body from behind the tree that had previously stood between the predator and prey.
Her grip tightened, her knuckles turning white on the homemade crossbow that she had fashioned from various woods. She feared the animal would sense her as she rose the weapon as slowly as she could. This was too good to be true. Her heartbeat quickened as she aimed the arrow's tip at the animal's neck, the sweet spot. One well placed shot could be an instant kill. She had learned this technique years ago from her one and only mentor, the one who had taught her everything she knew. She steadied her shaking hands and slid her finger into the designated slot on the weapon's handle. This was it. What decided whether or not she would go hungry for yet another week. Her breathing slowed and the only thing that moved was a few strands of her wild black hair in the wind. She closed her cobalt eyes and pulled the trigger, as her mind traveled back to the time her life truly began.