Chapter 4 why wont you light?

I ducked and dodged as I ran, trying to aviod their arrows and daggers. And other things they were

throwing at me. I turned around and saw them. There is no way they are titans. They looked like a mutant cross between monkeys, wolfs and some type of beetle. They scuttled along the ground on their 6 legs. With monkey hands on there arm, leg things. The hands had claws. Their faces are hidiouse. They had the snout and mouth of a wolf, with long teeth inside. They had antena on top of their heads and there body was covered in fur. Some went on all 6 feet, some were on 2 or 4, throghing things at me with the spare hands/feet. This one chucked a lond knife at me, I ducked, and it hit a tree. I grabed it off the tree, it felt odd in my hand. Odd, bevause it felt like it belonged there. Felt comfortable. I knew it had to be a weapon of some kind, or else they wouldn't've thrown it at me. The creatures surged forward, and I swung down with the long knife. I sliced one of the creatures in half, it's guts spilling everywhere. That got the other creatures really mad, and they all ran at me. Throwing things as they charged. I ducked and dodged and slashed. They made a circle around me. If this is how i'm gonna die, then some of them are gonna die with me. I dicide, and take a few more down by slicing them in half sideways. They were pretty stupid, I realise, as I just did that again and again and it still worked like a charm. After what fely like hours, but was probally only a 20 minutes, I was standing alone in a ring of dead creature things. They hadn't retreated, but kept coming, which is odd, as I sloughted them. Really really dumb, I decide. I went around the area, picking up long knife/dagger things, daggers, knifes, a bow, and millions of arrows. The long knife I really liked (the one that hit the tree at the beginning of the fight) went on the left side of my belt (that I also stole from the creatures). I really like this sword. I want to presonalise it. Give it a name. But what name? … Ever Lasting Sleep? Yeah, I like that. πάντα μόνιμος ύπνος. I swing my new bow on my back, along with a container filed with arrows. I stole a shield as well, and attached that to the back of my pack. I stole 2 other long knifes, they went on the right side of my belt, and millions of knifes and daggars where ever their was room. Then I looked at the piece of paper muscle man gave me, and what had he said? If all else fails, go swimming? What dose he mean? In the river Lethe? To forget something. In Mnemosyne? To remember something. Was there something I was forgeting? I look down at the paper, it just had 3 words on it. Best birthday ever.

What did that mean? Best birthday ever? I turn over the piece of paper, and see a beautiful drawing. The art was amazing. It had 3 people in it, and a goat. The goat was standing by a tree, which a little boy was sitting in the branchs, laughing. The other 2 people were standing by a lake, laughing with the little boy. They were female, and both looked around 28. but one of them looked tierd, as if it pained her a little bit to be there. But she was smiling. Then the backround. It held a beautiful lake. The water looked crystal clear in the picture, with a massive water fall in the backround. It was a happy picture. Is this what he meant? If all else fails, go swimming in this lake? But where is this lake? How do I find it? I sigh, and shove it in a fold of my cloak. I look around. Where do I go now? What'll I do? But then the answer came to me. Forward. The way I was running. I had expected to die, now that I hadn't, I didn't know what to do. So I walk forward, the way I had been runing before. What am I doing? I asked my self over and over during the day. Ocasionally i'd pass a berry bush, and i'd grab some berrys from it, but apart from that I walked until the sun went down. It was now to dark for me to see where I was going. So I stoped under a tree, and sat down.

This morning I woke up in my fathers stomach, like everyother day. Now I go to sleep, outside, under a tree.

By myself.

I'd never been so lonely. I took out the drawing muscle man had given me. But I could'nt see it. I shrug, put it back, and close my eyes and wait 'till sleep comes.

GRRRRR!

I open my eyes slowly. The sun was just coming up, and the trees seemed to be talking to each other, with all this chatter going on.

GGRRRR!

there it was again. What was it? Then the pain hit. My tummy was so sore. I lookd down at it. It looked fine, but was terriblly sore. Another of these strange injurys. Hhhmmmm. This is getting...

GRRRR!

then I realised that it was coming from my tummy. Is there something inside me? A wild animal of some kind? That crawl in while I was sleeping?

I got up, and my head spun. every thing looked blurry. What's going on? I'm so confused.

I turn to my left and see a group of deer woundering through the forest, nibbling abit here a bit there.

FOOD! Must eat. I grabed my bow and an arrow. Spoted my target, a little baby. I lined it up, pulled the arrow back, and fired.

WHOOSH!

bulls eye, the baby deer fell over, and all the other deer take off running, but I don't care. I've got my meat. I walk over to the deer, and start collecting fire wood. I was so hungry, I would've eaten it raw, but I know I can't. So I collected the fie wood, and attempted to start a fire. But the damn thing wouldn't lite. I tried and tried, but I think the fire just wanted to torcher me. Stupid mean fire wood!

I droped the two pieces of wood I was using to try start the fire down. I stood up and walked away. To try and calm down. My tummy had stoped hurting so much now, and the sun was half way around the sky already. Stupid fire. I kick at a tree root. Which only resulted in a sore foot. Okay, it's not just the fire wood, it's the whole world that hates me. I was so mad at everything. I turned around to work on the dumb fire again. Maybe it lite it's self while I was away? It hadn't. I glared at it, willing it to lite with my thoughts alone.

I was standing above it, glaring at it, thinking lite, lite you stupid fire, lite. And suddenly, there was a roaring flame there. Oh my, how...how? don't question. Cook!

so I skined the deer with a knife, put some meat on a couple of sticks, and put them over the fire. The rest of the meat, I put (on sticks) at the bottom of the fire (I'll scrap the burnt bit's off later, when I eat them). I turned the sticks every 5 minutes or so, and in (roughly) 30 minutes the deer was cooked.

I scarfed it down so fast, I burnt my mouth. "ho, ho ho." I said. It's HOT! now i'll have to wait even longer, so it has time to cool down. I'm tierd of waiting!

But it was really hot, so I waited, checking it with my fingers. When I dicided it had cooled down enough, I shoved it in my mouth, I was so hungry. Once i'd eaten enough, I put out the fire, and scattered the ashes, I wraped the remaining meat in some spare cloth, and put them in the top of my pack, draped the fur'd i'd skined off the deer over the pack, and continued walking.

The sun was a few hours away from seting when I heard the gurgle of a stream. I took off at a run towards the nosie. It was a small creek, I nelt down and drank. The cool water was refreashing on this hot day, and on my parched throat. After i'd drunk, I walked along the bank, this water must lead some where, all water sources are connected somehow, maybe this is (not to distantly) connected to the lake in the picture muscle man gave me.

So I followed it, till darkness once again creeped apon the land. I choose an other tree to sleep under to night. I got the left over deer meat out of my pack, and ate it. It didn't taste nearly as good cold, but it was better then nothing. Then I wrapped the deer skin around me for extra warmth, as it was quite chilly. And slowly sleeps dark fingers took hold of me once more.