It had been coming to our village for three fortnights. The demon looked like a wolf, only bigger and much deadlier. It was powerful and ruthless. It killed our livestock with one blow of its sharp claw, then devoured it savagely with its razor sharp teeth. Many brave men had tried to protect the village, but only in vein. They only

I kept my promise, but I had lost someone very dear to me. My father died protecting the village, he is a hero. I took the beast's head apart from its body and took it back to the village, to assure my people.

I remember it was dark, and it was raining. I stood in front of the cave, with the sword gripped tight in both my hands. I started to yell at the beast, as if it could understand me. I stood outside for a long time, rain pouring down on my forehead, still screaming. Then I heard the beast roar from inside the cave. It was awake. And as the thunder roared up above, I caught a glimpse of the beast coming towards me. It was hard to see, but as it came into the moonlight I could see it clear.

became prey to the beast's monstrous appetite.

The whole village feared the demon, but I wasn't afraid of it. Sure the beast looked strong and evil, but I was quicker. This time the beast came to my father's livestock. We watched in horror, as it

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