Slowly I begin to creep amongst the leaves, awaiting the beast that I shall soon slay. If I manage to listen enough and focus then I can her it’s malicious breathe pierce the air. It, like all the others, has to be destroyed...

2 years ago in 2045 the oceans and waters were drained, so that they would become drinkable. We all rejoiced at having conquered what our ancestors feared: The deep murky depths. But we were all so Naive.

No more than two months before they were drained a group of women protested in the city’s. They claimed to have been Hedge Witches who had travelled to the realm of the fae, and they warned us that if we proceeded to destroy the oceans then we would let out things of unimaginable evil. But of course we ignored them.

Three months later 1/3 of the entire population was wiped out. See what we were all unaware of was that the oceans had been used as cages to keep demons and dark spirits away from human kind. Therefore when we drained them all these beasts we set free.

I still remember it perfectly. The echoing sound of the horn of our village being sounded. People letting out petrified screams before being torn apart by sets of vicious teeth. My Papa telling us that everything would be alright as tears ran down both mine and Mamas face as he went to get the gun. My Mama eventually going after him when he never returned. And the death-defying blood-curdling screams of them both as they were shredded into pieces.

I knew then when they died that I would never be truly happy again, but I don’t care. For who needs happiness when you can have vengeance instead?

Grrrrhhh!

The small growl of the monster that I was originally here to kill snaps me out of my chain of thought. It was not a loud growl, more like a soft whisper which could have perhaps been misinterpreted as a screech in the wind. But I am used to this game by now, and I know a growl when I hear one.

Cautiously, I begin to move forwards more, so that it’s slimy dark purple huge back is now visible to me.

‘Gottya’

I think to myself, a smirk denting my small blood-smeared face...