Through The Storm

Excerpt from Book 1 of The Chronicles of Agartha, The Green Boy

The alarm lights and the whistle, clicked in his mind, danger was near, so he pulled his bow and an arrow, knocked the arrow to the bow, and crouched to the direction of his immediate north.

His fingers held tight to the bow, light on the arrow, and he breathed in and out as rhythmically as he could, waiting for the inevitable arrival of what he assumed was a beast, a predator of some sort.

His wait was not long. As he counted his fortieth breath out, the branches of the trees parted violently, and a big cat came bounding his way, he released the arrow without a moment of thought, hitting the great beast right between the eyes.

As he stood to check his prize, he noticed something was emitting a whistle in his backpack. He knew this must be the alarm system, and something was still coming his way.

He fell to the ground as fast as he could when he realized the danger had not passed him yet. Quickly drawing two arrows, one regular and another with the magical red tip, he once again started to count the breaths after knocking both arrows to the bow —a technique he learned from Miss Julia, to use when in doubt of the incoming target.

Sure enough, almost as swift as the tiger before it, the enormous head of a land-bound wyvern crashed into his sight. Ethan released the arrows immediately, hitting the great creature in both its eyes at once, the red-tipped arrow seemed to burrow deeper into its skull.

Of course, this didn’t counter the momentum of the great beast, but at least it forced it to tilt its head sideways as it crashed into Ethan, instead of being crushed in its maw, which was a blessing.

Ethan was thrown off the spot he had crouched in by some ten meters. Dazed and bruised, he knocked another red-tipped arrow as he ascended erratically to his feet. The monstrous creature screeched its distinct screeching roar at the world in pain, as it now had both eyes blinded by Ethan’s arrows.

(To Be Continued in The Green Boy)