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He was chanting so loud that he didn’t hear the whooshing noise as the bear impaled itself on the sword. Unable to stop its weight and speed forcing the blade into its chest and almost out the other side. The bear could feel the point pushing the skin outwards at his back. But it did not break the skin.
Lepus opened his eyes and lost his balance. His leg giving out as the bear’s body slouched to his left. The sword came out just as it had gone in. It stayed gripped in Lepus’s hands. The bear by on its back. It’s breath making mist in the air. Lepus stayed sitting on his knees. Lepus had never killed anything before. He hoped that he still hadn't as this had to be just a long strange dream. The longer his nightmare continued, the more vivid it became. A tear welled at the corner of his eye, and he wiped it away with his small hand.
Sniffling he stabbed the sword into the grounded and used it to steady himself and stand up. He eased forward one foot after another. Not wanting the bear to swipe at him once more.
Standing just out of reach to look down at the dark furred creature. Its black coat made it almost blend into the floor. From far away only its size would make it noticeable.
It moved its head to look up at Lepus, but its eyes didn’t seem to be able to focus on him. Its muscles stopped tensing, and its eyes stopped looking around. Then the last of the mist dissipated from about its mouth.
Lepus looked around to see if anyone else had seen what he had done. The dragon’s army had marched off to the south, following the Scorpius’s remaining forces.
Lepus thought going in the opposite direction would be the best idea.
He assumed the dragon had given him the sword to protect him, and he couldn’t be happier now that it had done so.
As Lepus walked on, the trees started to clear, and he came to an open field. At the same time, it occurred to him that if he did not wake up soon, he would have to work out a way to make himself large again. Which would most likely prove difficult.
Across the field was another forest, but it looked far less dark and foreboding than the one behind him.
He looked up to see the moon larger than he had ever seen before, hanging in the sky. It hadn't occurred to him that he’d be able c to see each blade of grass with clear distinction, so brilliantly itwas somehow illuminated. The field spread out before him in different shades of grey before giving away to the almost pitch black forest.
He stood around twenty paces out of the forest but took no further steps. His breath started to catch up with him. Something was not right. The hair on the back of his neck slowly, but surly, started to rise. He eased his body around, looking in amongst the brush and trees behind him trying to see if someone was watching him.
A light breeze passed near him and made the grass at his feet move like a hand passing over thick carpet. But he saw no one; there was no other sound.
Lepus took another step, listening.He heard nothing, but still took a deep breath in. He gripped the sword, his knuckles turning white, and started moving forwards at a brisk walk. Trying to make no noise in case he heard whatever was making him feel so dark and uneasy. He heard nothing but leaves rustling in the wind which seemed to get louder the faster he walked. He turned around and started jogging backwards. That’s when he realised, the grass was moving, but there was no wind. He felt no warm breeze on his face nor were any of the trees moving in the distance. The movement of the grass got closer and closer.
His stomach dropped, and he felt his body heat up as his heart raced and adrenaline was pumped into his blood. Lepus let out a shocked scream and tripped over himself. He clambered to his feet and sprinted towards the dark forest in the distance. As he moved closer to it, he saw an opening, where the field cut through it like a path. As he ran towards it, there was no longer one patch of grass
He was chanting so loud that he didn’t hear the whooshing noise as the bear impaled itself on the sword. Unable to stop its weight and speed forcing the blade into its chest and almost out the other side. The bear could feel the point pushing the skin outwards at his back. But it did not break the skin.
Lepus opened his eyes and lost his balance. His leg giving out as the bear’s body slouched to his left. The sword came out just as it had gone in. It stayed gripped in Lepus’s hands. The bear by on its back. It’s breath making mist in the air. Lepus stayed sitting on his knees. Lepus had never killed anything before. He hoped that he still hadn't as this had to be just a long strange dream. The longer his nightmare continued, the more vivid it became. A tear welled at the corner of his eye, and he wiped it away with his small hand.
Sniffling he stabbed the sword into the grounded and used it to steady himself and stand up. He eased forward one foot after another. Not wanting the bear to swipe at him once more.
Standing just out of reach to look down at the dark furred creature. Its black coat made it almost blend into the floor. From far away only its size would make it noticeable.
It moved its head to look up at Lepus, but its eyes didn’t seem to be able to focus on him. Its muscles stopped tensing, and its eyes stopped looking around. Then the last of the mist dissipated from about its mouth.
Lepus looked around to see if anyone else had seen what he had done. The dragon’s army had marched off to the south, following the Scorpius’s remaining forces.
Lepus thought going in the opposite direction would be the best idea.
He assumed the dragon had given him the sword to protect him, and he couldn’t be happier now that it had done so.
As Lepus walked on, the trees started to clear, and he came to an open field. At the same time, it occurred to him that if he did not wake up soon, he would have to work out a way to make himself large again. Which would most likely prove difficult.
Across the field was another forest, but it looked far less dark and foreboding than the one behind him.
He looked up to see the moon larger than he had ever seen before, hanging in the sky. It hadn't occurred to him that he’d be able c to see each blade of grass with clear distinction, so brilliantly itwas somehow illuminated. The field spread out before him in different shades of grey before giving away to the almost pitch black forest.
He stood around twenty paces out of the forest but took no further steps. His breath started to catch up with him. Something was not right. The hair on the back of his neck slowly, but surly, started to rise. He eased his body around, looking in amongst the brush and trees behind him trying to see if someone was watching him.
A light breeze passed near him and made the grass at his feet move like a hand passing over thick carpet. But he saw no one; there was no other sound.
Lepus took another step, listening.He heard nothing, but still took a deep breath in. He gripped the sword, his knuckles turning white, and started moving forwards at a brisk walk. Trying to make no noise in case he heard whatever was making him feel so dark and uneasy. He heard nothing but leaves rustling in the wind which seemed to get louder the faster he walked. He turned around and started jogging backwards. That’s when he realised, the grass was moving, but there was no wind. He felt no warm breeze on his face nor were any of the trees moving in the distance. The movement of the grass got closer and closer.
His stomach dropped, and he felt his body heat up as his heart raced and adrenaline was pumped into his blood. Lepus let out a shocked scream and tripped over himself. He clambered to his feet and sprinted towards the dark forest in the distance. As he moved closer to it, he saw an opening, where the field cut through it like a path. As he ran towards it, there was no longer one patch of grass
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