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Jacob the Hunter (pt. 2)

(This is the latest addition to the story I'm writing. If you can please give comments and feedback it will be much helpful.)  
 
Years has passed since that fateful day.  Now, living amongst the king’s guards with Sir Newborn, Jacob has become a fine swordsman; hunting down the creatures that killed his family.  One day after training with Newborn, Jacob overhears a conversation between two of the town folks, about a creature seen terrorizing a small kingdom nearby.  
 
“Clayton, have you heard the rumors of what happened to the town of Gavin in the Artearian kingdom?” asked Isaac. “Yes, of course I have.” James replied, “I heard that most of the town was slaughtered during the night by some sort of creature covered in fur with sharp claws and teeth.” “How true do you think those rumors are?” Clayton asked. “They can’t be true.” Isaac said skeptically.
 
As they continued down their path, horrid memories of that day had begun to flood Jacob’s head. As he stood there in a trance of anger and sadness, he begin to fell his body shake and a voice echoing through his ears.  
“Jacob…Jacob,” The voice cries out to him growing louder and louder. “Jacob…snap out of it.” As he regains his focus. He notice a pair of hands grasped on to his shoulders and the familiar voice of Sir Newborn becoming loud and clear. “Son, are you ok?” Newborn asked with a distraught tone in his voice. “Yes, I’m ok,” said Jacob. “But we must he to the Artearian kingdom and kill this creature!” Without hesitation, he grabs his sword and starts down the road towards Gavin.
 
   On their way to Gavin, they came across the small town of Hampton to gather supplies and get information on the incident. The rumors of the creature filled the streets in whispers from within the crowds. “Jacob, do not let the words of the people distract you from why we are here. I will go gather supplies and I want you to go around and ask the locals of what happened to Gavin, and son do not let them get to you, keep a calm mind.”  Said Newborn.  
 
As Jacob turns to walk away, a young boy begins tugging on his pants. “Who is this child? And what does he want with me?” Jacob thought. Covered in dirt and dressed in tattered clothes. The boy stood there with a message in hand. “Is this for me, young sir?” Jacob asked, “Who did this message come from?” The boy remaining silent, hands Jacob the message and the boy dashes off. The message reads, “I hear you are looking for information about the creature and the massacre that happened in Gavin. Meet me by the river in fifteen minutes.” Once again not giving it a second thought. Jacobs starts running towards the river.
 
Making it to the river with minutes to spare, he stops and duck behind a tree. There crouching by the river filling a canteen, was a woman, as enchanting as can be with long blonde hair, carrying a bow and quiver. “Who is this woman?” Jacob thinks to himself. He slowly tries to move closer without her noticing. “Who is there?” the woman asked, “I can hear you rustling in the bushes. Come out now!”
 
 Having been spotted, Jacobs arises from behind the trees. “And whom might you be?” the woman asked. “My name is Jacob, and who might you be?” Jacob replied. “So you are the one search for the creature? I am Lilith Eldridge, and we share a common adjective.” She says. “In your message you said you had information about the creature. Please tell me!” Jacob asked. “The creature you search for is called a werewolf.” Said Lilith. “And, I want to kill it!” “A werewolf! Those are just myths and rumors.” Jacob said with disbelief.
 
Lilith continues to try to convince Jacob of the existence of werewolves; unaware of the creature that they hunt lurks in the bushes. “Ggwahhhh! Jacobbbb!” the creatures snarls, while lurking behind the bushes. “The time will come for when we meet, brother.” Whispers the creature as it turns and walks away.
Written by ManorMyth (Man_Or_Myth)
Published | Edited 19th Mar 2015
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