Chapter 3
My eyes could only see the venomous creature – which I found out had killed my mother - terrorising the people I had once lived with. It had fur as black as night with talons of an eagle. Its face was squashed up like a pig, barely showing its red, devilish eyes. I grabbed my sword and, with all my might, wacked it against the beast's fur – which had stained blood. It cried out with agony. I held my ears. It made me deaf with pain. I knelt on the floor screaming with suffering. The noise felt as if it had lasted for a decade. It had finally stopped. I put the sword back in its sheath, where it belonged. Suddenly, as rapid as a lightning bolt, the brute grabbed my coat of ash with his talons and put it's squashed up face at mine.
"What a pity, such a young boy. If you want to live don't mess with me!" It roared at my face. Its breath smelt like rat stew. Though, somewhere I had recognised that voice, it was something that I had found familiar.
"Okay," I said to the monstrosity, "but next time please brush your teeth, it smells pretty bad."
Wishing I hadn't done that, the beast said to me, "Ahh, you're a bit of a cheeky fellow then aren't you. What a waste. I figured I could use you, obviously not." Just then it threw me into the woods; causing me to hit my back against the strong tree's trunk. I lay there on the ground in agony. The beast ran up to me and tried to claw me, but I reacted faster and dodged it, so the beast got its talons stuck in the trunk. What should I do? Should I kill him while I had the chance or should I run away? I could hear the beast's frustration. He was pulling at the roots of the trunk. It was now becoming dangerous.
The blood loss was getting me. There was only one thing for me to do that I could think of.
Hobbling at a pace I ran off into the depths of the woods. After what seemed forever I had finally made a safe distance. I sat down on the floor in the woodland. I could see the smear of red fresh blood fall into the wet soil beneath me. Would I survive the night or not in the woodland? I heard the beast roar and saw birds fly away.
I climbed the tree nearest me. The pain in my back was excruciating. As soon as I got to the top of the tree I took my warm coat off and placed it over my numb legs. Not knowing when or if I was going to wake up and live to see another day; I fell into the beautiful world of unconsciousness.