YA!!! IDEAS!!! Hehe, alright! Finally got some ideas for the story. Hopefully this'll be the start of the end of my writer's block… hopefully.

Chapter 8

Journal entry 368:

It's been a little over a year since the terrible death of Grandfather. He was given a warrior's burial and a chapter in the Yatja history. In my eyes there will never be a warrior as great as he was. Then again Coso'tena'puta has said many times that I've been learning quickly.

Coso'tena'puta has made a trophy room for me. The only thing in it is the queen's skull. It's something that Coso'tena'puta doesn't even have so I like it. He told me many times that soon it'll be overflowing with skulls of all kinds. Even though I killed the queen and am technically a young blooded, No one sees me as one because it wasn't an official blooded hunt. I know my time will come and I knew I must have smaller hunts before I can hunt the dangerous hard meat.

The year of training has been hell. The one thing I hated the most was the braiding of my hair. The pain I got was beyond words. If I cried, just a single tear, my hair was unbraided and started over. I cried like… three times, the third when I was nearly done.

I've gone on little practice hunts in the jungles, but nothing too serious. I was told not to keep the skulls because they are not worth showing off. They were to me, showing the others that I am worthy of being a hunter. Then again the queen's skull is more then enough proof for that statement.

I'm going on a hunt in a few weeks. I'll probably write again after I get back from it. Coso'tena'puta said after about five of these small hunts, it'll be time for my blooded hunt. I can't wait. I'm nothing like I was when I first came here. I was so scared and worried and kind and genital. Now I'm a Yatja, the most feared and deadly hunters in the universe. I'm so excited. Well that's all for now. I'll be sure to write again when I come back from the hunt.