The Culling of Plaxomnics

Chapter 1

A cold breeze came through the atmosphere, as if the freezer was left open on hours end.

"Its already winter, huh?" Exclaimed Roosevelt, although it has been so the past 3 days or so.

"And? What do you want me to do with that old information, rooster?" Minter said to roosevelt as he walked across the campfire looking for more wood.

"Well, you know... Shouldn't we come back home soon? Oma would be worried" He says with a tired smile.

*sigh* "I KNOW she is probably worried to death right now, but currently we haven't found enough Plaxem to feed us atleast throughout this whole season. So get back to work now... or else". Minter muttered under his breath. His energy has been all used up by now as he have been working tirelessly for these damn Plaxem.

As you may not know, Plaxem, also known as Optikos Maxime (Greatest Vision), are remainings of the magical creature Plaxomnic who came around the forest in a cycle of 166 days, leaving these tiny resin-like remnants all across the forests. In a saying that has existed for over a millenium, it is believed that these remnants can be sprinkled on a mirror to show us an image that will show you a way to fix problems that you're facing currently. It is used mainly by the king and the higher ups as they are the only people in Niffany village who can afford the mirror.

"Hmm" shouted Minter as he's thinking out loud looking at the leather bag with the plaxems. "I'd say we can sell these to Groox for 4 Golnifs, which can survive us for maybe a month and that's not enough. We need to find atleast a dozen more to get through this winter".

"A dozen!? The poachers would be here by then if we still need to find a dozen plaxems! And back then, all we need was 1 golnif and we were good to g-"

"Shush" Minter Whispered while putting two fingers in front of Rooster's  mouth. "Opa isn't with us anymore. He's dead. Back then we only search for plaxems enough to buy hookers and ale without telling oma. Well now he's gone, life won't be as easy as it used to be. So quit complaining and go to the areas we haven't excavate" 

"How did opa get those money anyways" Rooster thought out loud while walking to the area minter ordered to clear out.

"And that's exactly why I still have a grudge for that old man,  leaving this world without telling a single secret to us" Minter answered angrily in his head while scouring his plax collector, a tool used to pick up plaxems without damaging its power.

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By evening, Minter surpisingly got lucky and found more plaxems than he had the last 2 weeks or so. "At this pace, maybe we can be done with this by next week!" he shouted happily with a smirk on his face, something that hasn't occured ever since opa's death.

But then, he heard a scream. A girly scream that probably came out of a 19 year old man who just happens to have the most Niffanian accent known to man? Yup, that's definitely Roosevelt, Minter thought while running towards the scream.

When he arrived, he was expecting maybe a small bite from the tiny anggus who also lives in this forest or just a silly prank that rooster does once in a while but it wasnt. Instead, there was a big beast-like size animal, shaped of a boar and furs colored like an angel.

It's the corpse of a dead plaxomnic.