The beast looked similar to the rats I had seen around the village, but it was standing on its enormous hind legs.

Suddenly pain washed across my body, as I became aware of the injuries I had suffered from being smashed into the wall of a house.

The beast had many arrows sticking out of various parts of its body, and I could hear the yells of people coming closer. 

There was no chance that they would arrive in time, if the beast decided to harm me further.

The beast slowly lowered its nose towards my unmoving body. I could see its head coming closer.

That was the last straw. I made a jerking motion, grabbed the arrow from my belt and jabbed it deep into the eye of the beast with a fluid motion.

The creature pulled its head backwards in shock, but I was faster. I grabbed onto the beasts neck and pressed some of the arrows sticking out of its flesh deeper inside.

It shrieked in pain and tried to shake me off by throwing its upper body around.

I held onto its thick fur and continued to push the arrows deeper. The shrieking turned into a gurgling sound while I kept my head pressed into the creature’s fur.  

Suddenly I felt a crushing pressure on my entire body and the sound of people yelling became muffled. I tried to roll around to shift the weight above me off, but I had trouble doing so, because my arm hurt.

When I finally managed to free myself from under the dead creature, I noticed a large group of onlookers standing close by.

I could hear some of their conversations.

“Mom, why does he look so indifferent?”

“Don’t look honey you shouldn’t associate with someone like him.”

“Even the Ratling didn’t want to eat him. Usually they eat everything they can get close to.”

I leaned myself against the dead Ratling and calmed my hammering heart while checking my body for injuries.

My left arm hurt enough to make it troublesome to move without jerking in pain. I had deep claw marks on my chest and I could feel something warm on the back of my head.

None of the villagers made a move to help me and stayed at a distance.

I spotted my bow stood up and grabbed it. The string severed, it just looked like an odd piece of wood reinforced with metal.

“I need to deal with my wounds before the Adrenalin wears off.”

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I started walking towards the shooting range where I had trained earlier that day.

The fire from earlier was still smoldering and I had it flaring up in no time. Thanks to the wood, I had stashed nearby.

I used the water from my waterskin to clean the bleeding wound on my chest. Then I turned the iron pot around and placed it over the fire. A few minutes later, I grabbed it, while protecting my hands with my shoes.    

I placed it on the ground beside the fire with the wrong side up. Then I took off the blood soaked clothes on my upper body, breathed in and pressed my bare chest against the hot iron.

Pain!

Fumbling around,  I somehow grabbed a stick and shoved it in my mouth to prevent damage to my tongue and teeth.

A few seconds later, it became impossible to withstand the pain, I ran to the nearby stream and submerged my body in the water, while only letting my face stick out.

I watched as mine and the Ratlings blood gave the water a light red tint.

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The day was already ending when I got out of the water, I felt exhausted and it hurt when I breathed.

My skin was wrinkly from staying in the water for such a long time and there was a red circle on my chest where some of my skin had come off.

There was a plant I had seen the other hunters, put on small wounds growing near the stream. I walked back to the fire, took the pot, and filled it with water, before dropping a fistful of leaves from the herb into the pot.  

When the water started steaming, I dropped my ruined shirt into the pot. While my shirt was boiling, I used the time to gather more of the herb and carry it back to the fire.

My left arm felt a lot better, so I was able to wring my old shirt dry without keeling over in pain.

I put the leaves on the gigantic wound on my chest and covered it with my old shirt, before laying down on my back next to the fire.

I drifted off to sleep.

[End of chapter one] (Tiny beginnings)

Author note: Sorry for the short chapter, but there’s a natural break in the story here.

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