The sky dimmed quickly and the night overtook it. The people in caves snuck into the woods without a whisper. Their scars still fresh from fighting the last meal. They were clad in lizard skins, never tough enough to take on anything too big. They looked beyond the slim trees and saw another stranded, unlucky bastard. They were like those unlucky few ones. Hunted by the many ghouls and spindly creatures of the new homeland. But the difference had been they became the hunters. The small tribe licked their lips in unison at the new meat.

The more skinny of the troglodytes jumped at from the the vegetation...only to feel the domestic punishment. The world quickly shifted into a icy mountain and the jumping attacker fell into the white below. He just screamed then... gone in a flash. The terrain changed back into home turf. A white light appeared which made the small tribe look back in reverence. A grey eye came from the light, spouting whispers only they could hear. A warning, a soft but piercing warning.

The troglodytes retreated to the cave, praying for forgiveness, weapons in hand. But Steph-Enson has never been hungry for too long. It had been 10 wall scratchings since he ate. Maybe he could find something.... something worthwhile. Without disturbing the Great Eye. Hours later, Steph-Enson cut through his fellow dwellers and looked around, trying to find anything that could be eaten. His axe, a pipe with a rock glued atop, slashed through the side of the cave. A couple more hits created something graspable. The caveman climbed upwards until he saw a set of trees, green like the vines that hung there. There was another prayer for no coyotes or the Carcolh.

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The search for food was like finding water in a drought. No lizards, bugs or anything of that nature. Steph only felt one other life and that was the forbidden one. She had worn a shirt with a instrument with three skulls on it. She also had scales and gills like his skins.

Steph yelled and banished the negative thoughts. His toes twisted into the dirt as he landed, plants being uprooted by the sheer force. He jumped like the fool before, the pipe coming down like a falling star.

And like the fool: he had best transported. The rock smashed two bars from the new terrain. It has been a cage...no a prison but beyond those bars was the island. It was the sudden jerks and the slimy sounds that made his blood run into ice.

The snail.... the Carcolh.

It had been bigger and taller than any human he'd known. There were dragon scales from it's translucent skin but spikes like a porcupine. One of it's tentacles quickly ensnared his free arm, the scales stabbing into his skin. Steph-Enson screamed while the creature showed a weird hunger. He swing the weapon and it the appendage but it never seemed to be hurt much. The man reeled the pipe back and cracked open the shell, causing the thing to write in pain. Steph then smashed the bars into a opening where he ran.

He'd run until he go back home and lick his wounds.