A short story by a friend of mine

One day in the middle of the wood a old man bends over to drink from a brook and slowly looks up and realises he is being watched and reaches for his bow and hears the grow in the backgroud . He realises he has been tracked by these creatures that surround him. He draws a bow from his quiver that shakes slightly.

He looks around and here a howl as the great beast bounds towards him on all four paws making a sound like thunder around him then twang the old man shot it dead a arrow right between its eyes , it rolled over in the speed it what going making it slide towards the man who dodged it more swiftly than most old men with only one foot.

Our old man heres a eagle cry as it landed on his shoulder a old friend that has returned finally found his master his name is sam ( the eagle I mean) in his beak he has a field mouse whoose tail still moves with the last twitches of life thast it has left for this earth in some religions it could come back ironically as a eagle and so the circle carries on if he has has a just life so far.

The man fills his water carring lether bag and trudges on with his axe in his hand looking and listening for more creatures that are hunting him. He send his animal up above the trees and uses his power to see what is ahead he sees smoke from a small house of witch he walks hurridly after smelling warmth and feeling and smelling the smoke which attracted him.

In a clearing we see a couple of woman sitting at a fire saying. We are never going to find this guy , he is only a legend we are the only two left we should give up tomorrow and go back to london. The shaman is a legend thats all am i right Miki. He is my father i need to find him i need to know why he put me up for adoption i need this Chea.

To be continued...

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