Han Chronicles

Han Chronicles Chapter 1-intro/prologue

HAN CHRONICLES

(blurb)

 A prey lays limp in her arms as she gnaws at its tender sometimes tough meat, licking all the little bits that scattered around slurping every drop of blood that leaked out from the corpse. Hunger fast subsiding, this is one small meal that never last long, like a vampire’s thirst for human blood; it never lasts for anyone of that kind.

Imagine you’re carnivore living in a society full of cannibals, you being the odd one out, where would you go? Would you run away and hide like a coward or face them till your last breath? The irony is that I look, sound, and act exactly like them but with a different diet. We should be together, right, united in one harmony? Isn’t that what sane adults teach us to do? Well, think again! Every day, these people look at me like food just waiting, waiting for the right moment to pounce the minute I past in front of them. How do I survive till this far? Good question. I don’t really know myself…

Chapter 1-intro/prologue

A low growl is echoing in the silence from the pit of my stomach. I close my eyes praying it would go away. Hiding in the bushes near a herd of gazelles, one of them pricked up its ears at the growl that was growing with intensity in that bush. It looked puzzled for a moment but shrugs it off and continues grazing under the evening’s sun, scorching over the plains. I let out a silent sigh of relief before focusing again on my prey.

A flock of flamingos flies up the greying orangey sky but I took no notice. I concentrate my two eyes ahead on my dinner.

I had to get them this time, I just had to, urged my inner self.

Hunting requires skill, speed and agility, all of which I’ve mastered perfectly over the past 15 years of my life. I had to if I’m to survive, even for a day, a lifetime. A life full of obstacles in every corner, sometimes I’m lucky having managed to escape without a single strand of hair out of its place. However, there were times when I was badly wounded or, with a flip of a coin, fate decides to spare me from that fight. Everyday’s a struggle. To even walk out in the limelight, I had to be cautious like a panther. The yearly clothes I had on were sufficient enough to do the job. It blends in well amongst the wooden huts and overgrowth on the building structures. Though it opens at the bottom showing my muddy, unwashed legs it often cools me from the warm sun above on good days especially while hunting.

A good day like today.

The herd of gazelles lay in front of my weary eyes, a product from numerous sleepless nights, always keeping watch for the Nikov’s Tribe where I came from. No. It’s not the wild animals I’m afraid of. It’s the cannibals. For they were ruthless in their ways, eyes full of hunger cravings, breath reeked of litres and litres of booze product from the nearby vegetation and hearts that held not an ounce of compassion for anything or anyone, let alone their kind.

And I was one of them.

The 100 or so gazelles are calling in the night by now huddling up near each other, families snuggling up together as sleep begins to close the windows to the world they belong to for the day. My heart aches at that sight. Why can’t we be like them? Why was eating ourselves, almost to extinction one time, such a joy and craving to be lusted for?! Lust. I only lust for a family and a normal life. Not having to defend and fight your way in and always, always avoid being eaten by your own kind.

Not even the kings of the jungle do that!

The soft rustle of the wind gives its cue to me as all the gazelles are now settled in their comfort I longed for each living day. I tightened my grip on my spear in my good hand, the right one, and a pocket knife I stole from my dad on the other. Scrambling up on my feet with minimal noise, I crept up inching closer and closer to the gazelles.

Food! My stomach cries in pain.

Out from the corner of my eye, I can see my foster mom and some other females joining in the hunt. In fact, a whole pride of them with a few younglings nearby to ‘watch and learn’ came crouching low in the tall plains, out of sight as much as possible from the wide-ranged eyes of a hundred gazelles.

I hold my breath keeping my eyes open almost craning to see in the now darker atmosphere. I knew my foster mom and the others have no trouble with the night vision as much as I do. Hey, I’m only human, if you can call me that…

A roar thunders between the sky and the plains below.

It’s the lead female giving the signal to pounce! My head jerked up a half minute before I continue to join in the chase. The gazelles, clearly awakened from their peaceful slumber are shocked. Half of them took a full minute to recover while others ran. The older adults were calling warning signals to their brethrens making haste but we’re closing in fast. I held up my spear, speed and agility never leaving me, plunged into the air and flung it with all my might and strength. Thank heavens it landed on an unlucky male! For it is big and might keep me full for the whole day. Without wasting time, I quickly ran to it and stab it, instantly killing it as I don’t want to take a chance risking it getting up and limping away with the group. Oh, the blood oozing and spurting out rings such pleasure inside of me. The thought of a full stomach tonight was thirst quenching!

I pause for awhile a catch my breath. After all, I’m technically still a child being only 15 years old although I’ve probably reached sexual maturity at 12. I saw, a few paces away, gazelles lay limp in the jaws of their predators. Roars of victory sounded in the air as I too gave a cry of my own. Together, we drag the carcasses back to our den and dine in, savouring each bite of delicious raw meat, slurping each drop of blood, all so full of satisfaction.

Just another night out on the plains hunting.

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UPDATE 12/01/2012

need a new book cover for this story(the current one is pretty shitty) anyone can help?

some conditions:

1 include title and my username

2 must be something that attracts both adults and children above 10 years old or so...

3 must be realistic ie not to cartoony (any more info needed? just message me)

in case you're not sure here's my idea: a huntress with tanned skin dressed in a ragged/battered white knee-length dress holding her weapons giving a raging ruthless look and yet sad and tired at the same time... is that possible? if not or if you have better ideas just private message me! dont worry of course i'll feature your username on the first page itself. thanks in advance!