christian moore
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Darkness and Light
Cries for help filled the air as Mari ran from the small mountain village faster than a mortal's legs could carry her. Tears streaming from her eyes were blown free from the wind hitting her stinging face. The wind, the pain behind the tears, the rocks along the ground, and the foliage scraping against her skin all stung to her soul. Her body was weary. She gave everything to the fight. She saved many of the villagers' lives from the wolf-like beast attacking them tonight, but in the end she turned away from them. In the end she ran. She left her family behind as she sprinted away with no care for her heading. How long had it been since they arrived in the village. How long since she saw the other hunters near death or worse from fighting that beast? Her thoughts were so different when this night began. She was excited to be on a hunt alone with her father. Her brothers were away on a mission of their own, and this late night request could only be answered by them. She was ready to live up to her nickname, prodigy. She was ready to save lives. The two of them were in perfect sink as the fighting began. Her father using his magical spear, and her using her umbrella kept the beast at bay. That was the job. To keep the villagers safe, and the beast contained until help arrived. Everything was going to plan, until the second Fren arrived. This wolf-like beast, considerably larger than the first, carried three men from its mouth. Slowly it strolled in taking its place along its smaller companion. Slowly the men came into view. Mari recognized Kai, Micah, and Roman immediately once the Fren grew close enough for her keen eyes. The rest was a blur of panic and pain. Dropping her guard to break formation nearly got her father killed. She abandoned her training at that moment as she rushed the larger beast holding her brothers. This entire night was a set up. This was a trap meant for her family. The famed monster hunters of the Ember Mountains were now the hunted. Mari shuttered to think of how long her strong brave brothers had been carried in that things filthy mouth. Rage consumed her. She could only imagine the wounds they suffered to be so helpless in its maw. With swiftness she had never known she rushed the larger beast. Leaving her father to fight the smaller Fren on his own. Her father made the family proud that day. He remained calm as he landed blow after blow with the magical spear. Keeping the monster at bay long enough for her to squeeze through and reach her siblings was all he could do for her. Somewhere deep in the back of her mind she wondered why he didn’t try and stop her. Perhaps he couldn’t stop her.
By christian moore4 years ago in Futurism