The air was cold in the forest and the sunlight was just starting to filter through the trees to start its process of warming up the land. The cold empty forest began to slowly awaken with the heat from the rising sun. The dew on the small areas of grass nestled between the large areas of forest glistened.
The tall figure of Erik stood with his back to the sun, his giant figure causing an even larger shadow. Slowly he lifted his bow with his left hand and pulled an arrow from his quiver. In one swift movement his bow was armed and he was aiming at something just at the edge of the forest. The sun continued to rise and Erik stood for several minutes ready to strike. Erik could hear every breath he was taking and as his breathing slowed his heart began to slow, then he saw it. Just a few meters beyond where he was aiming it stood just out of the reach of the sunlight.
The devourers had been created more than a thousand years ago to kill off the giant forest spiders, but its creators had assumed when they had killed all the spider they would have died out. The devourers had adapted and managed to survive. With a sharp intake of air Erik let his arrow fly. The arrow thudded into a tree a mere inch from the head of the devourer. It slowly turned its head and spotted Erik, the screech it let out was blood curdling although that wasn't the worst part, the spike that had just shot from its mouth as it screeched sliced through the brown leather armour that Erik wore and sunk into his flesh. Then with a flash the devourer was gone.
Erick clutched his leg and looked at the spike sticking out of his leg. He grabbed a knife from his belt and cut a bigger opening in his armour giving him a better view of the spike. The poison would soon start attacking his nervous system and paralyse him so he had to work fast. He pulled the spike out and threw it to the side, reaching round to his backpack he took out a small phial of green slime. Without much effort he popped the cork from the phial and poured the slime on his open wound. He slipped another phial from his belt filled with purple water and he drank it. He began to feel sleepy, so he lay down on the grass. In twelve hours he would be either dead or alive and able to continue the hunt.
The tall figure of Erik stood with his back to the sun, his giant figure causing an even larger shadow. Slowly he lifted his bow with his left hand and pulled an arrow from his quiver. In one swift movement his bow was armed and he was aiming at something just at the edge of the forest. The sun continued to rise and Erik stood for several minutes ready to strike. Erik could hear every breath he was taking and as his breathing slowed his heart began to slow, then he saw it. Just a few meters beyond where he was aiming it stood just out of the reach of the sunlight.
The devourers had been created more than a thousand years ago to kill off the giant forest spiders, but its creators had assumed when they had killed all the spider they would have died out. The devourers had adapted and managed to survive. With a sharp intake of air Erik let his arrow fly. The arrow thudded into a tree a mere inch from the head of the devourer. It slowly turned its head and spotted Erik, the screech it let out was blood curdling although that wasn't the worst part, the spike that had just shot from its mouth as it screeched sliced through the brown leather armour that Erik wore and sunk into his flesh. Then with a flash the devourer was gone.
Erick clutched his leg and looked at the spike sticking out of his leg. He grabbed a knife from his belt and cut a bigger opening in his armour giving him a better view of the spike. The poison would soon start attacking his nervous system and paralyse him so he had to work fast. He pulled the spike out and threw it to the side, reaching round to his backpack he took out a small phial of green slime. Without much effort he popped the cork from the phial and poured the slime on his open wound. He slipped another phial from his belt filled with purple water and he drank it. He began to feel sleepy, so he lay down on the grass. In twelve hours he would be either dead or alive and able to continue the hunt.
