Rain lashed
against the land as thunder boomed in the sky. A giant, rounded hulking shadow
reached out for Nathaniel. Nathaniel fired arrows into the giant beast but
nothing could slay the creature. The giant shadow monster was fifteen feet
tall, ten feet wide with large stumpy legs and long arms, powerfully strong
hands and stumpy fingers. This shadowman was almost entirely without feature,
like the rest of the shadows, except this shadow had a large gaping mouth where
a face should be. The mouth was filled with multiple rows of teeth and a large,
human like tongue. Nathaniel screamed as he was lifted into the air. Thunder
cracked the sky and lighting struck the ground. The booming storm drowned out
the cries for help. All of the Bear Forces had been carried through the portal
and Pubbles the bear was missing.
Nathaniel
struggled against the mighty grip of the beast as he was lifted helplessly into
the air. He could only watch in horror as he was brought closer to the gaping
open mouth. The giant shadow creature stuffed Nathaniel into its mouth and bit
down. A bolt of lighting struck the ground and the booms drowned out the
screams. Then only silence remained. The creature lumbered back into the dark
portal, which was now a twenty-foot tall portal. The portal closed, the Forest
Island was lost.
Nathaniel
awoke from his nightmare, drenched in sweat. The fourth night had arrived and
it had been raining all day. Nathaniel was shaking as he stood. The dream felt
real and he worried that it was a vision of the future. He knew he couldn’t
tell anyone of his dream or he would risk demoralizing his troops.
As
Nathaniel shook the nightmare from his thoughts, a soldier appeared in the
doorway to his room. “Es’cuse me sir” said a female soldier. She had red hair, was
dressed in her full armor and was equipped with a mace and shield. “It’s night
and the men are anxious to march” Reported the mace wielding soldier. Nathaniel
had slept later than he wanted. He nodded to the soldier then hastily prepared
for battle.
Nathaniel
grabbed a piece of bread with honey on it as he ran toward his group of
soldiers awaiting his arrival. Nathaniel ate his meager breakfast as he ran.
Pubbles the bear met Nathaniel and the two of them made their to the group.
The group
cheered when they saw their leader finally arrive. “Alright soldiers, are you
ready to spend another night saving the village?” Nathaniel shouted with a
smile. The soldiers cheered. Moral was high and Nathaniel hoped their
enthusiasm would distract him from his lingering thoughts of his nightmare.
The Bear
forces arrived just as the portal was opening. The portal didn’t look any
bigger than normal which made Nathaniel feel calmer. Soon, shadowmen poured out
of the shimmering purple portal. These shadowmen were slightly larger than
normal, just under five feet tall, they could strike with harder force and
didn’t always die in one strike. The Bear forces engaged the enemy head on. The
first wave of shadowmen crashed against the shields of the frontline knights
then broke like waves on rocks against the weapons and strength the of Bear
lord forces.
Pubbles the
bear launched into the group of shadowmen and began mauling anyone in sight.
The roar of the bear mixed with the loud thumping sound of the bear’s powerful
claws against the heads of the shadowmen. The group of shadows that surrounded
Pubbles was dispatched in minutes.
Nathaniel
fired his arrows with precision and speed. As he picked off the shadow
creatures he thought about how all of this fighting would improve his skills as
an archer and a fighter in general. A shadowman snuck up on Nathaniel and
grabbed his bow, but before the shadow could make off with the champion’s bow,
The Bear lord moved like lighting and grabbed a dagger from his boot then
plunged it into the shadowman’s head.
The bow
dropped to the floor and Nathaniel retrieved it. He took several steps back to
avoid another flanking attempt.
The fourth
night went smoothly enough. Only a dagger and a pair of boots were stolen that
night. Sir Richard the knight killed twenty shadowmen in one night and the mace
wielding soldier from earlier that day had hit a shadowman so hard that it flew
several feet and slammed into a second shadowman, killing both.
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