The hunt begins.

The warriors began their hunt early in the morning after they decided on the route that would most likely cause an encounter with the beast. The terrain was beautiful, small sloping hills draped with a mixture of pine and deciduous plants. Their trail was not the only thing that was clear…it was clear that they were in the home of the great beast.

It wasn’t clear as you would think of a picture; it was more of a feeling that hung heavy in the air. It was that feeling you get when you are walking up the stairs of a dark basement…waitng…waiting for that hand to reach out of the darkness. But, what the warriors were waiting for was much worse; it was something that cannot be related in words. It was that thing that humans ignore, wondering why fate is prickling the hair on the back of their neck. Not these three, they knew what they would face, still they went on.

The warriors finally reached their first destination along the trail. The land gently opened to a wonderful small lake. The warriors had decided that this was the place the beast must use as its water source.