Wanderer

In the dark, wet forest, drenched in moon light and over grown infectious moss. A large bellowing roar that could have blasted through the ears of creatures for many miles. A slight rumble of trees emerged as a shock wave ran through the lonely forest. In the distance, through the giant thick pine trees a horrendous sight was seen. A large, horrific monster covered with moss and dirt, it's limbs made up of trunks of trees and towering well over all of the forest. Charging forward with a giant head, disfigured and scarred but didn't seem to be of use at the time as the monsters large swinging arms swung down at the ground like wrecking balls knocking down tress and smashing boulders, but what for? Down below a figure is scuttling by narrowly avoiding the monstrous and brutal arms trying to snatch at him. Drenched in mud and dirt, tripping and stumbling over large roots and stones sticking out of the ground charging towards a destination in which the cloaked figure believed would be safe. A large horrifying growl was heard again and the monster hurled over trying to chop him with his teeth. The figure barrel rolled over a hedge and the monster had lost his footing trying to chomp on him, the monster fell forward making a large boom that hurled through the forest, forcing hundreds of leaves to fall from the tree tops. Dust and dirt was in the air and the sight caught the chance of the runner and slipped away, but not before catching the attention of the violent brute. The man had stumbled to his destination by a slim chance, a large open grassy field, empty and no trees other then the ones circling the large open area, taking a look back as if remembering the thing haunting his trail. After taking a breather he ran out into the open field. The terrifying troll bolted into the open scenery knocking over trees and stumbling, ruining the once pure and perfect dirt and long green grass with his dirty over grown feet creating slashes and prints in the field. The man standing confident about fifty metres away had flicked his long dark brown cloak to the side revealing a holstered sword. The sword was a fine clean katana shaped shape blade, with a crimson hilt and a shinning chipped point, so white it was almost like it began to glow. The troll stumbled and caught his footing letting out a large cry that sent a wave through the long grass. As the smooth soft wave of green grass came across the mans knees he bent his legs and readied his blade. The man started grinding his teeth, before readying his sword and gave a sharp stern look towards the beast, his eyes fixed into the big round gaping holes that shined a pure white glow, the creatures eyes. The man tightened his grip onto his blade and sprinted towards the beast with his sword ready to attack in front of him. brute flailed his left arm down to the man but was too slow, the man jumped and mounted the wrist of the creature and began running up the entire arm of the beast, the troll like creature took notice and tried squatting him with his other hand but missed as the man jumped before the hand had landed, the stranger now in front of the creatures face lays both hands on the hilt of his weapon as the sword began to glow even brighter, streaks of light bursting through the blade. Another hand went to grab him as he fell but took the opportunity and used it has a platform to jump off, the last thing the monster saw was a mysterious man with a dark brown cloak, disappearing from his hand wielding a godly sword that shined brighter then anything it had seen in the forest, the last thing the creature felt was a swift wind by his neck, and a staggering pain as it split open and fell to its knees, and then fell flat on its body. The stranger, now on the other side of the creatures dead body, holstered his sword, glanced back at the corpse and let a few deep breaths as he was fatigued. The Cloaked man still had his eyes fixed onto the beast and in a stern tone angrily said " you fucking vermin, I'll hunt down every single last one of your kind! "

" I'll run there " a man shrouded in a dark brown cloak mumbled under his breath, " you what!? " A brunette women, quite young and thin with big brown eyes, curly hair and pale skin shouted with both hands pressed firmly onto a table. " I'll run there, not too far anyway just on the coast right? " the man suggested still with his cloak on, only being able to see a portion of his face with a rough black beard thinly shaven and a strong tanned jawline. " you can't run there in this weather! It may as well be raining ice cubes the size of soccer balls out! " she loudly said in a smooth and slight British accent. The man looked up from his drink on the bench, a small wooden cabin used for a local bar by the towns people. It had your stereotypical stuffed deer head mounted on the wall, a juke box to the side and a few leather seats and dark wooded tables. Some towns people sat eating there meal. The coated man looked up at the bartender, Zoe the brunette, with a long face as though he was bored out of his mind. His eyes were a dark brown and stared at Zoe with a confused but stern glare. " the reason it's pouring out there is because of that thing on the coast " the man said in a rough and deep voice, " it goes, so does your rain, and then you can grow crops again in normal conditions " Tracey gave a defeated face to him as if giving up on arguing. " it's not like I can stop you anyway, how'd the forest lurker go " she handed him another drink  and crossed her arms on the desk and rested her head in them " is it dead? " she asked in a sturdy tone. " as dead as dead can be " he moaned out his cup has he sipped his drink. The bartender took her head up and gave him a strange look as if he was supposed to know what she was about to ask. " what? " he groaned. " well how much of course, the expenses for the kill I owe you? " she stared at him and pulled out a jar labeled ' Rent '. The man glanced over as she tried to open it, he let out his hand and rested it over hers and shook his head. " what? " she suggested. The rough looking man stood up, finished his drink and turned around and just walked out of the bar and into the raging storm.  " what kind of executioner doesn't like to get paid... " she pondered.

A large crackle of lightning spears itself trough the heavy and thick rain. A pinnacle stands out of the side of a cliff face being smashed by huge waves of water from the forever going ocean. Through the mist a figure appears walking to the edge of the pinnacle, it was the cloaked man. Walking proudly with his head down and hands clenched into a strong fist. His face emotionless staring to the wet rock he had been walking upon, his frown was the only thing that could be seen of his face besides his short black beard drenched of rain. A strong wind blasts on the pinnacle and through the man but does not budge, the only thing that moves was the mans cloak that flapped away to the sudden burst of wind, the man knelt down his head further to stay up right and to keep his hood safely on his head. He kept walking to the edge of the pinnacle until coming to an abrupt stop. Rain clashing down in the rocks, thunder booming down from the heavens and lightning spearing through the sky. All was halted for a breath moment when the man tilted his face up and took a whiff of the air. " a... fish? ... " at that moment the man turned his body around to see a large snake like creature wrapping itself around the whole pinnacle, green and scaly with fish like frills coming out the side of its body and face, it's jaws wide open staring at the man revealing it's many rows of large sharpened teeth pure white. " oh... big fish. " the man shouted over the crackle of thunder and lightning. The large fish snake like monster hissed at him and in a moment it had lunged it's head towards the man at amazing speed but not fast enough, the man placed his hand on the end of the creatures snout and pushed himself up in the air before it could take a chunk out of him. The creature fumbled and hit its head on the hard rock not knowing what happened. How could he? It all happened to fast. While in the air the man drew his blade and entered a spinning motion. Using gravity as his strength to drive the blade through the top of the creatures neck slicing at it over and over until its entire head was decapitated, blood was running down the cracks and red water pours off the pinnacle, only to be washed away by the rain and into the ocean. The man stood in the severed part of the head and body of the monster. The body of the snake was pulled by its own wait into the ocean and slid off the pinnacle. The weather seemed to clear up straight away after then. And the moon could be seen. No more rain or thunder to be heard. " you filth always have to bring bad omens don't you? " the man holstered his sword. And once again wandered off in the distance of trees that stood behind the pinnacle. He needn't bother go back to the town, he didn't need any rewards people would give him. Or the praise he would get from the townsmen, he decided it would be a waste of time and wandered on to the next town like he's done the same thing a hundred times over.

The end