I feel the wind run over my skin
Caring the scent of fear and hot blood
I slowly raise my bow
And pull back the string at the same time
Knowing that any fast moves would alert the enemy.
I wait for a couple of deep breath and then release
An inhuman scream splits the air
I quickly reload and fire again and again
Finally the screaming stops.
I jump down from the branch
And land cat like on the ground
I walk home and gently open the door
Not knowing if my father is home yet
I walk into the kitchen and find a warm mug of tea
Smiling I pick it up and walk up stairs into my room.
After I drain the contents I quickly change into my pjs and slip into bed
But in my dreams the inhuman screams increase as the dream continues
Waking up at four am I can’t sleep anymore.
I’m used to it. After all it’s what a hunter must do.
Hunt, endure the pains and still lead a normal looking life.
I dress and spend three hours reading about the monsters that I hunt
Then I go to school enduring all the comments
All about how I look like I just came from the underworld.
If only you knew what lurks in the shadows I want to say.
But remain silent since having humans know what goes on
In the dark causes more problems than it’s worth.
I go home, do homework and then catch up on sleep.
And all the while my father hasn’t come home.
Then as soon as the Lord Sun goes down and the Lady Moon comes up I leave
To once again fight the horrors that roams our world.
A hopeless, never ending battle that must go on.
Until there is ether no world to protect
Or my kind has died out.
May it be the first.