Daily Writing #8: Hunting A Beast

Ronik rolled a silver coin between his fingers and leaned over the railing of the Knight in Black. Thunderous waves crashed into the side of the Knight as it cut through the Dragon’s Blood Ocean.

“Only one more day,” said the captain as he spun the helm to adjust their course. “If the weather permits.”

He pointed to a gathering of dark clouds to the Northwest. Ronik flicked the coin into the ocean and waved in acknowledgment. One day too late. He walked below deck to his quarters, which consisted of a hammock, and a medium sized storage chest. The chest only held a few items. A castle crafted steel sword, a poisonous dagger crafted by two legendary blacksmiths known as The Hand’s of god, a silky, baby blue ribbon that his wife, Elizabeth, used to tie up her hair, and a small wooden figurine of a knight he had made for his son, William.

He removed the ribbon and held it to his nose. It still smells like her. “I will find and kill the beast that took you from me. Even if it kills me.” He placed the ribbon into his pocket, and for a moment, yearned to cut his throat with the dagger. He slammed the chest and headed back to the deck.

“Nothing more refreshing than sailing after the Eternal Night,” the captain said. “14 days of pure darkness, washed away by the sun in the sky, and the waves below. I swear to you good man, nothing is better!”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Sure you would lad, you’re living it as we speak.”

“No, you don’t understand. I wouldn’t know because I can’t remember the past 14 days. It is a blur of broken visions and darkness.”

“You don’t say?”

“I do say. I awoke the day after the last night of the Eternal; completely unaware of anything that had happened. I didn’t even know the Eternal Night had started until another villager asked how we did this year. She also mentioned that the day before, my family and I had packed up and headed out to the Silver City to avoid the harsh cold in South Village.”

A large gust of wind pushed the ship off course, and the captain spun the helm to correct it. “The Silver City? What did you find there?”

Ronik reached into his pocket and removed the ribbon, holding it into the air. “This… A ribbon my wife wore more often than not.” He placed the ribbon back into his pocket. “I also found a man who told me that a beast had taken my family, that it lives on the Island of Seil, and that I will need a legendary weapon crafted by legendary blacksmiths to kill it.”

“This man, the one who told you all this. He recognized you in the Silver City?”

Yes. What of it?”

“You did not think it odd that a man, which you implied, have never met before just finds you and tells you a beast has taken your family?”

Ronik scratched his head. “I guess I never thought of it that way. I have been so busy trying to find them, and running tasks to do so, I never sat down and thought about the logic. I just thought about finding them…” (Continued Tomorrow)

Author: My Life Sentenced

I am a 28-year-old aspiring screenwriter. I am tired of the "safe" job bullshit ​and am well on my way to dreams.

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