by Jr Mccakeren

Created on: October 09, 2007

I was eight and Grandpa was eighty, although he was that old his strength and energy level were up higher than the usual men of his age. His hobby was to go hiking and fishing and mine too, such things were possible here in our beautiful land Ishla, it means cold island. It was in fact a small island surrounded by large body of clear-bluish-water. Various trees and animals were with water falls were splashing day and night. Near where we had built our mini camp was a valley of our own. The place was paradise-like and oddly suiting, such in one of those places I had seen in my lucid dreams and read from some sort of fantasy novels. However, after the unforgettable devastating storm assailed our ship, here only Grandpa and I drifted and survived.

One night Grandpa hit me with a stick just before I could fall asleep, "Awake now, lad. I could sense an ill fate coming upon us."

I rose stumbling on my feet and beheld how dark it was. The small fire that we created was put out, only the moonlight was there to provide us a more vivid view. I spoke curiously and silent, "What is it?"

Grandpa pressed a finger on his lips, "Alert yourself, we have company."

Stealthily, he lurk towards a tree such a fine hunter concealed in deep nature. He breathe deeply, strung his bow and filled it with arrow and then he let go. A swish and a thud were the next thing I heard. Dashing with speed, I saw him running west; I followed.

Over the hedge, I could only see his sword rose and fell, followed by a few squealing of some sort of animal. Bat? I thought curiously. When I was finally beside him I saw a giant beast twice larger than man, dead on the ground. An arrow in it's head killed it instantly. It's fashion was dreadful; it sent a cramp of terror through me.

While I observed the thing, I noticed grandpa turned his attention away, he was now looking afar, as if he could hear or see something coming. Then he said to me, "Run, Jet. Remain hidden behind the falling waters and wait."

"But Grandpa-" I protested.

"No time to explain you all this. Just do what I said. That's an order!" he said in a commanding voice, then continued in a lower voice, "Listen son, you cannot risk your life here. You are the future. Ever I said it to you, learn how to take care of yourself, now is the time. There shall come a day and you would have to do without me," he prepared his bow and sword. He only gestured this way when there was some peril to come and I knew it. I've seen him like this before from the past

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