Chapter 3- The King's fall
He pulled the trigger. But no bullet was shot. He pulled the trigger again. Yet there still wasn't any bang, no wisp fell dead. Instead the wisp charged itself up again, ready to end Sjin. He lowered his gun and slowly stepped away. Being electrocuted may not kill you but it hurts like the nether!
The wisp shot another ray of electricity but Sjin jumped behind the tree. If you don't know, wisps are magical creatures meaning they use magic. Because of this the ray of electricity followed his dive pattern and crashed into the yellow meranti trunk. The tree gave a creak and birds flew away from it. Sjin looked up at his masterpiece nervously. The wisp retreated to its ruins which it called home.
The tree gave another creak.
"No, no, no. Not my tree. Not my mahogany." He said worried. The tall structure wobbled slowly in the wind. A loud crack pierced the silence and echoed around the mountains. The trees long routes tore itself out of the earth. The yellow meranti slowly tumbled to the ground, creating a mini tsunami as it hit the lake. Sjin stared at it, tears filling his eyes. Yes he wanted to chop it down anyway. But before he did that he wanted to get some more saplings. Now he didn't have a chance.
He ran over to the fallen tree and tossed the shotgun into his backpack. The bark was slowly getting infested with algae. Sjin clenched his fists the started to punch the trunk. A sharp spike of wood pricked his finger making him flinch. His finger started to throb and turn purple.
"What was that for?!" He said before punching the wood again. Eventually the wood broke. His hands were bleeding and covered with splinters but Sjin didn't care. He clenched to the wood close to his chest, he finally had his mahogany.
Sjin kissed the wood and put it in his backpack. Then he wiped his hands on his dungarees. He looked at his farm. It was beautiful except from the tree decaying in the middle of the panoramic view. He dipped his hands in the lake and pulled some splinters out. Crimson liquid oozed from his purple finger. The sun crept behind the wisp infested mountain. He shook his hands dry then ran across the field and down the stone path until he reached the entrance to his farm house.
Sjin looked behind him one last time. Monsters glared back at him.
"Get off my turf!" Sjin shouted then ran inside. A warm cosy bed greeted him up the stairs. Sjin lay on it and thought about his day and what he had accomplished.
"Mahogany, my mahogany" He murmured to himself as he dozily closed his eyes.