(I'll say this now before I forget; this chapter can be confusing to understand...it makes a lot of sense to me but I feel like it wouldn't for many others. Maybe because it goes fast? I also managed to make myself cry while writing it-I got to dwell into a side of Hunter I think we've never seen before. It's...a long chapter as well. If you want to ask any questions (I won't spoil anything) about the chapter: ask them at the very end please. Enjoy reading!)
(Also, there's two curse words at the end-sorry if you're sensitive to that but it invoked more of a powerful feeling in the sentences)
Hunter awoke to a strange sound. Something metal had slammed onto a wooden floor, as if this sound was summoning something or someone. He opened his eyes to find that he was no longer on Isla Nublar: but in the richest mead hall a Viking could ever wish for. His vision slowly cleared to where he realized there was nearly a hundred Vikings yelling, chanting, and fighting amongst each other.
That slam of metal on wood repeated one last time as all the Vikings snapped their heads with apologetic stares towards a strange old man. The old man was frail in stature, especially compared to the more muscular Vikings, a eyepatch over his left eye, around the eyepatch is Indigo blue tattoos, both of his forearms have intricate tattoos of a Ravens lifespan, the old man wears an elegant Indigo blue tunic that reaches to below the knee, adorned with golden embroidery, he wears a heavy brown coat draped over his shoulders with a brown fur hat, very similar to a chapka.
He has a tight hold on his golden staff. a closer look make us think that the body as well as the blade itself are seemingly made of ivory, or in any case of a material that looks like it - like bone. The body of the spear itself is decorated with sumptuous patterns representing Norse runes. The head of the staff has a quite simple yet elegant shape. A closer look can allow us to see there is a split on the top of the spear's head, which is where the old man conceals the spear's blade. Hunter thinks this seems to be a reflection to its owner; both mostly appear as a simple and even harmless figure but hides its true nature that unbeknownst to others.
The old man scanned over his subordinates and eventually caught Hunter in his gaze. Slowly, every Viking in the mead hall had turned towards Hunter and slowly reached for their weapons. Hunter noticed a handful of familiar weapons, a giant hammer for instance was one of them. Hunter took slow deep breaths before the old man had disappeared from his sight. Hunter heard a bird squawk above him; on a wooden beam were two Ravens, one with red markings and one with blue markings. Hunter slowly took a step back before two wolves appeared in front of him, one jumped onto the table to his left and the other crept around a pillar to his right.
"I don't mean to intrude or...harm any of you!" Hunter said calmly, as calm as he can be at this point.
The dim lights from a the sources of fire around the mead hall had slowly went out one by one and sparked up new flames. The constant flashing of light and darkness had disoriented Hunter as he realized the Vikings had cleared a path for someone. The old man had marched towards Hunter-seemingly teleporting with each flash of light.
Hunter begun to panic and was then tripped from behind by one of the wolves, then both of the wolves proceeded to get a hold on his legs and start dragging him closer to the marching old man.
"Waitwaitwaitwait-WAITWAITWAITWAITWAIT!!!" Hunter yelled as the Old man drew closer and closer.
The Old man had gotten close enough to Hunter to where he raised his staff, the spear tip unsheathing itself, and aimed it towards Hunters heart before rushing it forward to deal the final blow.
"STO-"
Hunter woke up in the tree he was sleeping in previously; he gripped onto his chest where his heart would be. He was breathing heavily, still processing what had just happened in what he thinks is memories. Hunter sat up further and leaned sideways against the base of the tree; quickly taking off his jacket and then lifting up his shirt as he felt a stabbing pain in that same spot.
YOU ARE READING
Camp Cretaceous: Nature Boy (Brooklynn x OC)
AdventureA 14 year old Hardcore Punk kid has been working with animals all his life, traveling across the world to help save and protect them. His grandfather and mother always talked about the original park and Jurassic World, it's been one of his dreams to...
