“Your turn, Nico. You tell a story.”
“OK, I’ll tell you a story.” Nico filled his cup from the bucket of water. How he loved being here, deep into the forest, where the water was fresher than any water you’d buy in town. “I’ll tell you a story you’ve never heard anything like. And it’s true. All of it.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just tell the story, asshole.”
Nico shut up for a moment, took a deep breath. His eyes moved to Gerald, then back into the fire.
“There was a forest, pretty similar to this one. A forest where no one knew what lived and lurked. It was too dense, too strange, too dark.”
Gerald giggled. “Yeah, just like this one.” Nico sent him a glare. His smile faded. “Go ahead.”
“One night, a hunter went into the forest, walked far and long, looking for beasts for trophies. He went where no man had ever walked before. He found a lake. There he waited for the beast.”
“What kind of beast?” Bill was enjoying the story
“Any kind, just as big as possible. The biggest, fiercest beast in the woods.. And he waited. The sun went down.”
The darkness was getting denser. Gerald put some more logs on the fire. Nico stared into the shadows between the trees.
“He heard a roar. A deep, dark roar from somewhere far into the woods. He smiled in the darkness, knew the time had come. He got his horn out, blew it. It made a long, organic sound. The sound of prey.”
They heard something in a distance… (more)
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