An Episodic Journey in the Shadows of a Fantastic World
Hey guys! This is a series I'm starting that I'm super excited to share with you! Before you start reading this story I figured I better tell you some stuff. First, this is NOT a children's story! While I don't think excessive cursing will be used by any of the main characters this is an evolving story and my writing process is very different. Also this story was inspired by: The Witcher, Assassin’s Creed, Final Fantasy, Doctor Strange, Lord of the Rings, Sword Art Online, Dragon Age, Japanese Fantasy and lore, and a bunch of different stealth games. I hope these characters become as much a part of you as they have of me. My hope is that this becomes an ever evolving story and world that will strike your curiosity and a desire to know more about the mysterious places and people that I will share with you. Feel free to ask me questions about the world and characters as this will help spark my own creative juices and shape the story of our sly protagonist. As always suggestions are welcomed and I would love the participation of my readers. Enjoy and happy hunting!
Episode 1: The Hunt in the Forest
I could see nothing. Pure black. Absolute darkness, and yet through this lightless void I knew exactly where he had tried to hide himself. Through the rustling of the leaves and grass I heard him breathing softly, I could almost feel his heartbeat in the ground. I had never cared who my prey was, or for what reason I had been hired to end them. However this particular specimen was a cut above the normal thief or assassin that had the unlucky pleasure of catching the attention of my handler.
Tonight's prey had been trained for this, to become nothing and fade into the shadows, to hide away from even the most keen of pursuers. I must have been too confident in myself, or underestimated his cunning. Most of my prey lately were men who thought power was a product of strength and large weapons, they were slow and dumb and were easy to track and kill. Therefore I often became bored with the hunt, warriors and bandits are too cocky for their own good but so was I tonight, I forgot that the most vital rule of deception, never be deceived. Still, once I had collected myself, and let my senses and body take over; tracking my prey had again become as natural and easy as it normally should be.
His tricks and traps had all been too obvious to fall for and yet I had made sure to trip them after I had cleared them. He had become confident now but was still smart, still waiting in the shadows of the thick trees grouped together so that no light could betray him. He had silently crept there in the blackened nook almost half an hour earlier. He was well trained enough to know that I hadn't fallen for any of his traps, he probably planned to outlast me until day broke in a few hours. He had already shown me the extent of his abilities, however he had no way of knowing that my abilities and skills were perfected. That's the way most hunts are, the prey are forced to show their hand if they are pursued.
I hadn't planned on a pursuit though and this hunt had become one of the most interesting in months. I needed this, the thrill of watching someone hide. I'm sure he thought he saw me, when he had first found his crook in the shadows he kept an eye on a suspicious break in the moonlight before the moon was blackened by clouds. He never knew that I was just above where his eyes peered cautiously, and I even thought he had actually seen me. When I began to maneuver the branches I was hanging from I knew that he had let his eyes betray him for the last time. I spent the next twenty minutes lurking to where I would strike from. I could've killed him a dozen times over with a shot from my bow, I didn't need the light to find his heart, his breath and the pounding of his chest was all I needed to loose an arrow into it, however this hunt had become personal, and hands were the very best tools I possessed. Another hour and his time had come. The moon had returned right when I needed it, he thought it was an advantage to him now that he could see his surroundings. Nothing was further from the truth, as the light broke through enough to reveal my previous perch his deepest fears manifested and he realized he was betrayed by his eyes, the light, and his senses.
This was when I liked to make a kill, the very moment that my prey realized they were vulnerable, when the fear crept up there spine and they felt cold disparity grip there bodies. He would never know where I had been, the idea would never occur to him to suspect how close I truly was. The irony nearly made me laugh as I grinned with joy. I was inches from him, nestled under his shoulder almost and he would never know it. I contemplated making a noise, this would scare the life out of him and surely entertain me but this hunt had been long enough. I rose as the reaper I was to peer at my prey and lock eyes on my target. As my hands moved into position I looked down at his head only a foot from my own.
I would feel no remorse. This is who I am. I was crafted and molded to do this. “Death is pure and just, And the hunt is Death’s reward” I recited quietly to myself. My left hand landed gently on his head and an instant later my elbow struck deep into the back of his neck. I jerked his head forward as it hit and snapped it back to allow his neck to fully crack under the swift force of my arm. This hunt had ended.
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