𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝔁𝓲𝓮

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Night fell over the Nordic town of Oslo. It was not as big as it was today. Much smaller in fact, as it was still
Very young. Gjeter, the farmer, was snug in his bed as his sheep lay outside. However, something was outside as well. Wet, sloppy footsteps could be heard pattering across the ground. Then, the shrieking bleat of a sheep being slaughtered. Gjeter awoke and went to go check on the sheep, but when he saw them, all he saw was a mess. A bloody mess of bones and gore. He fell down
In horror of what had happened, but that wasn't even the worst part. He went back inside, lit a torch, and grabbed an ax. He was going to slay whatever took his sheep. When he walked out the door, he noticed foot prints of mud that led into the marsh. With a stern look on his face, Gjeter trekked into the marsh ready to slay whatever befell him. When he got to the heart of the marsh, he saw a body of water. All seemed normal until a figure emerged from the muck. It was about 6 feet and 11 inches tall, with glowing eyes and long, wet hair. Gjeter shined a torch to see its true form, and his eyes lit up with horror. It had the face and shape of a woman, but with scaly skin, webbed hands and feet, and sharp teeth, like that of a shark's but smaller. Just when he thought it couldn't get worse, raspy, cold words emerged from the beast's green, scaly lips.

"Meanie, try to hunt nixie. nixie kill meanie!"

Those were the last word Gjeter ever heard. In the morning, they found his corpse crudely lying on the ground in the village. Something had to be done. Now.