About a week has passed since my encounter with that sage, my wound has healed nicely. I found some balsam to apply to it a few days ago and it's been better. I need to change the bandages, I went to search for more Yia-Weed. I was looking in the wedges between rocks and trees and any other tight, moist, space the plant would grow when I stumbled oppon something odd. I bent down to get a closer look, there was a symbol engraved on the bark of this tree. I knew some of the other hunters spoke different languages, could it have been one of them? But I have never seen anything like this. I ran my fingers across the engraving. My thoughts were interrupted by the snap of a twig. I quickly turned my head to see eyes staring at me through the bushes.
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The Hunter
FantasyAs a war devides the forest, the hunter has to learn to adapt to this new world. Meeting friends and foe along the way. He will do ANYTHING he can to stop this war
