Chapter I: Killer Eyes
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"Mum, I can't see properly, please blow out the candles."
Stone shouted to his mother while he is trying to read the thick book lying on the wooden table.
"Mum, please hurry and turn out the lights so that I can see clearly."
Stone remarked impatiently.
"All right, I'm coming son."
Stone's mum said as she snuffed out the candlelights hanging by the sides of the walls in their humble little comfortable home.
Since birth, Stone's eyesight has been deterioting. It became so bad that he soon lost his vision during daytime. Miraculously, his eyesight at night was perfect, able to pinpoint the exact location of a mosquito flying under pitch black conditions. His other senses also became more sensitive as Stone depended on his other senses to move around during the day.
Stone's father was seating outside the house, on a straw-woven chair, sipping on a hot cup of tea, smoking his pipe vigarously and enjoying the beautiful sunset and the wonderful scenery set before him.
LeonCita has the most beautiful sunset in the whole world.
The skies appear red, who knows how much blood will be spilled the next morning.
Stone's father was a hunter, and a very adept one. Stone often went on hunting expeditions together with his father. The forests were not safe anymore. An ugly, ferocious beast wonders about the forest looking for prey. Several people have already fallen prey to it.
The beast was already a sign that the dark power has already infiltrated the safe havens, but nobody heeded the signs, they still believed that it was safe.
"Let's go Dad," Stone said. "It's already dark."
Stone's father finished his cup of tea, picked up the spear and rope lying next to his feet and made his way to the Llanowar forest, with Stone following closely behind.
Tonight was unlike any other hunting expeditions they had had before. For tonight father and son set out the slay the man-eating beast which claimed several of their kinships' lives. Their task would not be an easy one.
Stone's father stopped at the entrance to the forest. The leaves rustled, branches swayed and danced according to the rhythm of the wind, with the moon high up above them, the trees seemed to have a life of its own.
It was a full moon.
"GRUWLLL." A thunderous, deeply-pitched groan echoed throughout the entire forest, sending shivers down Stone's spine.
"What was that?" Stone asked his father.
"It's the monster, the deep-slumber titan."
"He must be looking for it's prey."
"Let's go," Stone's father said with a nod of his head.
Stone drew out both swords, his father got ready his spear, poised for any attack. Both walked precariously into the forest, not knowing that doom awaits them. The moaning continued and the both of them followed in the direction of the sounds given of by the moaning beast.
They have ventured deep into the forest.
The moaning stopped. Suddenly, Stone noticed a set of gleaming eyes staring at them.
The beast awaits its meal.
Stone turned towards those eyes and sent his sword crashing into the pair of eyes.
The sound of splintering wood. The eyes were long gone. What was left was a dead log, now being severed cleanly into two parts.
The monster couldn't wait any longer. He was hungry, acidic saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth. It jumped down from its vantage point noiseless, darted past Stone's father and came to his back. Sensing a sudden gush of wind, he noticed that something was amiss. He turned around, only to face the hedious monster.
The titan already had one of its razor-sharp claws in mid-air, ready to aim for the neck and kill him with one clean savage blow. Instinctively, Stone's father raised his spear in an attempt to block the incoming attack. Alas, the thunderous force was too great an impact and it broke the spear into two halves.
From the dark, Stone heard his father's shouts for help. Clutching his sword nervously, he prayed for the safety of his father andran towards his father's direction.
To his horror, Stone realized that his father was being attacked. Stone hurtled himself towards the beast, with both swords aiming for the beast's neck.
Realizing the presence of another man, the beast raised his other claw and swiped at Stone, tearing his shirt and leaving an unsightly and bloody scar on his chest. Wincing in pain, Stone continued his attack and thrusted both swords into the titan's throat.
But, it was already too late, the death call of the beast murmurfied the cries of pain and the sound of splintering sound and bone.
The beast's claw pounded onto Stone's father's skull.
Stone shouted to his mother while he is trying to read the thick book lying on the wooden table.
"Mum, please hurry and turn out the lights so that I can see clearly."
Stone remarked impatiently.
"All right, I'm coming son."
Stone's mum said as she snuffed out the candlelights hanging by the sides of the walls in their humble little comfortable home.
Since birth, Stone's eyesight has been deterioting. It became so bad that he soon lost his vision during daytime. Miraculously, his eyesight at night was perfect, able to pinpoint the exact location of a mosquito flying under pitch black conditions. His other senses also became more sensitive as Stone depended on his other senses to move around during the day.
Stone's father was seating outside the house, on a straw-woven chair, sipping on a hot cup of tea, smoking his pipe vigarously and enjoying the beautiful sunset and the wonderful scenery set before him.
LeonCita has the most beautiful sunset in the whole world.
The skies appear red, who knows how much blood will be spilled the next morning.
Stone's father was a hunter, and a very adept one. Stone often went on hunting expeditions together with his father. The forests were not safe anymore. An ugly, ferocious beast wonders about the forest looking for prey. Several people have already fallen prey to it.
The beast was already a sign that the dark power has already infiltrated the safe havens, but nobody heeded the signs, they still believed that it was safe.
"Let's go Dad," Stone said. "It's already dark."
Stone's father finished his cup of tea, picked up the spear and rope lying next to his feet and made his way to the Llanowar forest, with Stone following closely behind.
Tonight was unlike any other hunting expeditions they had had before. For tonight father and son set out the slay the man-eating beast which claimed several of their kinships' lives. Their task would not be an easy one.
Stone's father stopped at the entrance to the forest. The leaves rustled, branches swayed and danced according to the rhythm of the wind, with the moon high up above them, the trees seemed to have a life of its own.
It was a full moon.
"GRUWLLL." A thunderous, deeply-pitched groan echoed throughout the entire forest, sending shivers down Stone's spine.
"What was that?" Stone asked his father.
"It's the monster, the deep-slumber titan."
"He must be looking for it's prey."
"Let's go," Stone's father said with a nod of his head.
Stone drew out both swords, his father got ready his spear, poised for any attack. Both walked precariously into the forest, not knowing that doom awaits them. The moaning continued and the both of them followed in the direction of the sounds given of by the moaning beast.
They have ventured deep into the forest.
The moaning stopped. Suddenly, Stone noticed a set of gleaming eyes staring at them.
The beast awaits its meal.
Stone turned towards those eyes and sent his sword crashing into the pair of eyes.
The sound of splintering wood. The eyes were long gone. What was left was a dead log, now being severed cleanly into two parts.
The monster couldn't wait any longer. He was hungry, acidic saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth. It jumped down from its vantage point noiseless, darted past Stone's father and came to his back. Sensing a sudden gush of wind, he noticed that something was amiss. He turned around, only to face the hedious monster.
The titan already had one of its razor-sharp claws in mid-air, ready to aim for the neck and kill him with one clean savage blow. Instinctively, Stone's father raised his spear in an attempt to block the incoming attack. Alas, the thunderous force was too great an impact and it broke the spear into two halves.
From the dark, Stone heard his father's shouts for help. Clutching his sword nervously, he prayed for the safety of his father andran towards his father's direction.
To his horror, Stone realized that his father was being attacked. Stone hurtled himself towards the beast, with both swords aiming for the beast's neck.
Realizing the presence of another man, the beast raised his other claw and swiped at Stone, tearing his shirt and leaving an unsightly and bloody scar on his chest. Wincing in pain, Stone continued his attack and thrusted both swords into the titan's throat.
But, it was already too late, the death call of the beast murmurfied the cries of pain and the sound of splintering sound and bone.
The beast's claw pounded onto Stone's father's skull.
