The beast of Ecwador

by ginger ninja01

Peter lives in the village known as Ecwador. It was all normal, life was peaceful, until the beast arrived. No mum or dad. Now the beast shall pay for what he has done.

4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I awoke with a sudden. There was no one there, though I could still feel the pain of my wound. How will I heal – will it heal? I didn't know what to think so I just climbed down the tree. I scraped my elbow but I had learnt that there are more painful wounds to endure which I am still witnessing. I landed with a slight thud of my shoes. Which path to follow, I decided to pick the one on the right. I just hoped it was the right one.

Without a fuss – apart from the injury I had given myself - I carried on walking down the twisted pathway of the crooked, branch tree forest. I felt the agonising pain of the beast's power. My brain and body knew I had to find a water source. My wound was being infected; I needed to clean it out. I blanked out my mind so I could think. "Focus," I said to myself. I sat on a boulder which was grey. The sort of grey you would find on a wolf's fur. No idea. I dropped my head down to the ground.

I had finally given in to the beast of many names. I felt a clear tear which rolled down the lump of my cheek, which gave in and fell to the ground. It landed on mud. Just then I realised… if you follow wet mud you find the heavenly source of liquid called water. I ran at a speed – of which felt like 50 mph. I was hobbling from the wound on my back which sent weird messages to my legs but that wasn't going to stop me. I could see the water with the sun's rays shining on it. I jumped in and drank the liquid and let the pain into my injury.

I got out of the water. The relief was sensational, what a wonderful feeling. I noticed that my wound had disappeared.

"Weird," I said to nobody.

Suddenly, I felt something pull at my leg. It was a hand of a skeleton. It grabbed hold of me. It made me kick and squirm. I couldn't see who it came from as it came from underwater. Realising what had to be done; I grabbed the sword and unleashed it on the hand. It released and crawled into the waves beneath the surface, forming bubbles of air. I had no idea what I had just done but I realised soon enough it was a mistake...