#137508 - e6AI

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The dark cold eats the sun. My cave is a death-place now. The clan is long and still. I take the leave. To find new home.

The forest at night is full of bad sounds. My eyes are wide. I see a big shadow in the white-disc's shadow.

It has no good smell. It makes a deep noise, like stone breaking. It is a danger.

My legs are stone. My breath is gone. I hold my weapon. But I cannot move. The big shadow is here.

It rises on thick legs. Its teeth are many and yellow. Old scars mark its hard skin. The ground shakes with its hunger-call. I am small.

I was in a run for many many steps.

I don't see the man-beast nor do I hear it.

But my seals still tell me that I am at danger.

I have to be faster.

Stop. No need to run anymore. I see it, it's tired

Hungry beast. Weak. In pain.

My only chance.

Single strike.

Single strike. From it's neck blood became rain.

No need to run. No need to be scared.

Triumph is mine. Triump for Maginagh.