Short stories by Jade Crispy

The Unwanted Saviour: Part 1

Her breaths were short and fast. Her eyes as wide as an owl's, and the only witness to this was the skeleton of an unlucky stranger that might have also passed by this awesome beast. Akita, which means the fire spirit which had come on the day of her brith, was now very afraid, but a warrior must never show fear. She thightened her grip on her spear, her heart started thumping hard.

The brown bear breathed nearly as heavily as Akita did. It's golden brown eyes were staring into her, filled with the need to attack. The brown fur seemed to shine and it's white teeth as sharp as daggers. Akita took a deep breath and though Okay Akita, just walk away, slowly. If you're slow and slowly move away, it won't see you as a threat. She took a step, no reaction. Then another and slowly moved away.

Suddenly, she slipped on something, probably a rock or a bone. Akita fell to the ground, her spear was thrown in another direction. The bear growled and ran towards Akita. Akita was struggling to get away, but the moist leaves, the constant slipping and her own fear slowed her down. The bear was coming closer and pounuced on her back. She fell again.

Then, nothing seemed to move for a moment. The bear's breath blew on her neck, her sweat trickled down her neck. Don't move, Don't you dare move a muscle! The bear sniffed her and then suddenly pounced again, breaking a few of her ribs. Akita screamed. Then she saw her solution, her dagger! The one she had lost, it was right in front of her. She grabbed her precious dagger which was given to her by her father, with their tribe's symbol on it ( A fire bird with a earth weasel) and press it against the bear's neck.

The bear roared in pain as Akita constantly stabbed the bear with her dagger. Then, when she thought she had done enough damaged, she scrambled away, hoping to escape. She stumbled among the skeleton's scatter bones as she was crawling. She got up and a sudden pain came from her shoulder. She ignored it and grabbed her spear. The bear charged at her and she ran up a tree as fast as she could.

She was only at the sixth branch which was almost but not high enough when the bear started  pushing the tree. She was going to fall, that's what she thought until the bear suddenly stopped a started to limp away, then the bear fell. Akita stayed on the branch, as silent as wolf, searching for it's prey. Is it dead?

Akita slid down from the tree slowly, carefuly trying not to injure her back. She limped toward the bear slowly, stopping once or twice to see if it's dead. When she was infront of the bear, she knelt down and saw it's golden eyes had been closed and it's limbs unmoving. It's dead.

She touched the bear's soft brown fur and said in her tribal language " May the gods be in your favour." But killed this creature? She then saw something on the bear's back. She crawled to the other side of the bear to see what it was. A long pole was sticking out of it's back. Akita used most of her strength and pulled it out, it was a spear.

But who threw it, she looked around and find no one. A shadow loomed over her, she swiftly turned around. She could only see the stranger's sillouette. It was tall and seemed to wear tribal clothes like her, not like the travellers. The sunlight hit his left arm, it showed a tattoo of a fish and a weasel, one that Akita dread.

No, anyone. Anyone but them. Those were her last thoughts before she fainted.