The Hunter – Pt. 1
On a somber misty morning, amber rays of light stretched down past snow-capped mountain peaks to a forest valley below. And as the dawn broke the darkness, so too was the stillness and quiet of the forest. A long, low howl echoed through the air. Among the woods, a large tree shuddered as a crowd of black birds erupted from it, taking towards the heavens.
Weaving between the trees, the birds soared into the sky, circling the disturbance of their peaceful morning. Thundering through the forest floor below the circling flock was a large fearsome beast running on all fours, it’s flaxen fur glimmering in streams of sun light.
Chasing after the beast not too far behind was a cloaked figure. A huntsman, clad in fine furs and leathers with a sleek and slender wooden bow in hand followed at a brisk steady pace . After vaulting over a large fallen log, the hunter stopped suddenly. With his large eyes, the hunter gazed past the mist around him.
As the sun disappeared behind a cover of clouds, the forest was silent once again with no trace of the beast in sight. Without a sound, the hunter slowly pulled back his hood revealing pointed ears draped by honey color hair, listening fervently for any sign of his pursuit. As the hunter reached for the dagger latched to his belt there came another howl that rang across the woods. The beast was not far.
The hunter rushed forward, quickening his pace. The forest begun to thin and ahead he could see the settling mist pooling above the ground.
When he reached the tree line the hunter paused. There across the large clearing shrouded in shadow and fog was the large beastly wolf, standing on all fours, head lowered, fangs bared, it’s piecing eyes stared hungrily at the huntsman, waiting. The two gazed unflinching at each other for a moment. Then the giant wolf bellowed a deep low growl and the elf charged ahead towards the beast.
Rushing forward through the brush, the hunter could hear the the sound of winds whipping the tops of the tallest trees in the distance. Drawing ever closer, an uneasy feeling crept over the huntsman. He watched the beast who remained silently still. The constant murmur of the leaves grew louder as the winds surged closer.
Suddenly the sun broke through the veil of clouds and winds whirled through the grass, rolling away the mist and fog. Halfway to his quarry, his sight line now clear, the hunter could see the true source of the rustling, which was not from the winds above, but the waters below. Just ahead of the elf was a crevice stretching a good long way down to a raging river. But the sight did not slow the hunter, for he knew it was too late. He pushed forward and quickened his pace.
The wolf sneered, gnashing it’s teeth as it reared onto it’s back legs. Bounding towards the edge of the earthly rift, the huntsman, in one swift motion, plucked an arrow from his quiver, and latched it to his bow. Leaping from the precipice, the hunter knew he would not make it.
The beast watched as the hunter began to fall, tossing is head back towards the sky with triumphant hasty howl.
Descending into the chasm towards the rapids below, the elf focused his sights on the beast. Aiming for the wolf’s heart, the huntsman let loose his arrow. Ripping through the air, the arrow struck the beast, but missed it’s heart. The wolf’s howl became a wincing whine as it toppled backward, withdrawing into the woods, out of the hunter’s sight.
Plunging into the cold, quick river, the hunter had no doubt that the wolf would survive. As the current carried him around a curve in the river, the roar of the water was deafening as he approached the fuming falls.
On the horizon, the elf could see the sun, a grand display of pinks and oranges stretching across the sky, shining over the tops of the trees. Feeling the sun’s warm rays on his face, the hunter closed his eyes, falling again into the deep.