AVITEMPESTA

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The water was boiling red.

I found a scrap of Bloodstained Ebonhide, and it lead me to this hunt. A clear sign that the ancient waters surrounding my village were not safe anymore.

In my mind I could already visualize what was going to happen: buildings being torn apart by the raging leviathan-eating shark, the Savage Deviljark.

I swam across the barrier of warm current surrounding my village, following his path of destruction. My bow was ready, every arrow checked. Each ammo would have been essential in the name of survival.

All happened suddenly and unexpectedly, I was very cautious but its hunger exceeded my expectations. 

In a fraction of a second its long greenish tail was around me. The water was boiling red, and its yellow eyes were filled with rage.

But so were mine, since the thundercrab in my bubble cage was ready for it. Sure, it was as dangerous for the beast as it was for me, but I would have been faster, and I was ready.

As it wildly and blindly tried to swallow me whole it bit the trap instead. I heard the monster buzzing and screaming as my arrows rapidly perforated his fins, his back, then his tail, desperately searching for something. Something echoing from a long time ago…

It was not the first time that the glottonous Savage had come to my village. My grandfather had fought it before, but when he did it was too big, too strong for him. He tried a final blow on its chest, with this same bow, failing. Falling.

But with a little luck the arrow could still be there: the legacy of my family, the legacy of the hunter. Time was running out, and the electric shock would have not lasted for much longer.

So I swam around it again. Where was it? Where? My dad would sit every night next to my bubble bed, telling me the story of his father over and over again. Why couldn’t I remember it now?

As I was shooting, the creature suddenly broke free and threw me on the rocks. I rapidly drank a potion: its effect was slow, but I soon began to swim again, faster, searching his weak spot.

Then, a ray of sunlight coming from above was captured by what looked like a shining scale on the monster’s chest. But I soon realized it was not a scale: it was a blue pointy fin, identical to those belonging to the arrows I carried in my quiver.

It was my grandfather’s arrow. I was now facing the beast again, and I knew it could not be fooled again. I charged my bow. The water was boiling red. As it shot its black flame, I shot my arrow. It caught me, I caught it.

Falling… I remember seeing it falling. Then you came, my dear son. You took me in your arms and brought me safely back home.

But the bow wasn’t meant to be saved. It fell on my behalf, just like my grandfather did.

Now we have to make a new one, for the Savage that is going to come.

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