The Woodland King (Working Title) - Chapter One - The Hunt
T he hunt had carried long into evening and night was falling swiftly. Long shadows blurred together creating an impenetrable wall of blackness as the sun sank lower into the sky and the temperature began to drop rapidly. Pulling his heavy fur cloak around him tightly to help ward off the chill, Carrick surveyed his surroundings for signs of prey, his spear tucked tightly into his heavy fist. He knew before he started that it was futile. The deer and other game that once flourished in this forest had grown scarce and none of them were brave or dumb enough to wander so close to the camp. The sounds of even the nocturnal forest creatures were beginning to still as they detected the presence of the hunters. Soon they would have no options left and they would have to return home in humiliating failure. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned slowly towards the source. The remaining warriors were returning to the camp, many of them empty-handed as he suspected they woul