STORY STARTER
Write a story about two characters who work together to survive the night.
These do not have to be human characters.
Chapter 3
One Long Night
I ran out to a large hill and climbed to the top. I searched the land for any sign of human life. Then there was a large disturbance within the forest to my left.
I leaped down the hill and into the trees. I felt the sun melt away below the mountains and darkness emerge from the edges of the earth.
Then, within the trees I saw a familiar face. I couldn’t put my finger on it but I knew who he was.
“Why, it been a long time, Marlo. Seven years, was it? What took you so long?” His voice rattled my mind. I still couldn’t say who he was. His name had escaped my memory.
“How do you know my name? How do I know you?” I asked.
“Hmph. You don’t remember me? Out of the hundreds of way I imagined this could go, I’m not one of them you misplaced who I was. You can’t tell me you forgot the day at the spring. It’s me, remember Marlo,” he said. That’s all it took. I imidiatly remembered him. My whole body trembled but I couldn’t let him know that.
“Louis.” I muttered under my breath.
“Exactly.” He grinned.
Then behind him a large creature emerged. It’s teeth larger then geodes. It’s large furry head the size of three bowlers.
I pulled the dagger from my boot and leaped on Louis back, stabbing the creature.
Louis collapsed and groaned as his face flattened in the dirt. “Your welcome,” I laughed as I kicked him. He rolled over, right into the tree.
“Ouch,” he moaned.
“You think you can tell me what the hell that thing was. Louis. What happened to my kingdom. To our kingdom.” He hoped up and smacked my face.
“Don’t you ever call it our kingdom. I hate you and you hate me. I don’t appreciate your teasing. Let’s make this quick, that was a Barglo. Those are the most common, they burnt down the villages. Next, are the Giria. They are the creature that fly above. Rarer but more of an issue. But what we need to worry about are the Hompho. They are the master minds. If we kill them, all the of creatures will die, expect the one Werma. He is the real monster. Without him, we would have price. You happy?” He finished.
“Yes, yes I am,” I sighed and marched to the edge of the trees.
“Also, we can’t leave the forest until the sun rises or all hell will break loose. Hope you rested those seven years. Until we kill Werma, you won’t get a wink.” He laughed.
I groaned, “looks like this will be a long night.” I said.
“A very, very long one.”