This is the first three pages of my novel that I'm currently writing. SI, the main character, isn't mentioned yet, as I'm expressing his father and mother in the first chapter. I hope you enjoy reading.
Inga took a step closer, carefully placing his barefoot on the
undergrowth, which remained silent. He now felt in range to release his spear
from his firing position; the spear flew with deadly intent and reached its unsuspecting
target within seconds. The target yelped and fell to the ground, seriously
wounded by the shot. Inga sprang forward, then sprinted to his fallen quarry.
His prey, upon hearing this advancement, fearfully struggled to its feet
to make haste a possible escape: the spear dangled from its hind-quarters
dragging on the ground as it speedily ran. Inga was in hot pursuit, thinking
fast on his feet as he navigated the trees and forest floor at speed. His prey
quickly made some ground on him, but then its injury began to take a hold, and
it rapidly slowed. It tried in vain to keep on running, but not even its fear
could muster the incapacitated limb to respond! It finally fell, and gasped for
breath as it waited its fate!
It was in a clearing, and soon the beaming sun shining over it darkened
into Inga’s shadow, then into Inga himself. It frightfully stared up at Inga,
and was surprised to see an expression of grievance upon his face! Inga felt
sorrow for the animal, and his eyes welled up with tears as he searched for a
suitable rock! After some rummaging through the grass, he found what he was
looking for, then returned to his prey. He knelt on the ground beside it, then
stroked its soft, warm neck as he sighed. Inga chanted a prayer:
‘I pray, oh sun god, hear I. Thank you food for tribe.’
When he was finished, he lifted the rock above him with both hands, then
smashed it down into the creatures head; blood splashed out of the pierced
skull. Inga briefly looked away from the horror of it all, then chanted another
prayer:
‘I pray, oh sun god, hear I. I am a warrior of the Ashanti tribe. Inga
kill deer, take spirit of deer!’
Shortly after, he felt blood begin to soak his knees, so he finished his
prayer and stood up. He stooped down to dip his finger in the blood, then drew
a circle on each cheek representing the sun and moon.
‘I pray, oh sun god, hear I. Protect I. Keep I warm with your heat.
Guide I with your light.’
He pulled out his spear, then scanned the clearing and forest for any
possible signs of danger! A patch of tall grass to his left caught his
attention moving, but it was just swaying in a breeze. He liked the butterflies
that danced above it, and the array of designs and colours they had on display.
Flies were beginning to irritate him, attracted by the dead body: he swiped at
them, stunning one with a smack that sent it hurtling to the ground: Inga
quickly stamped on it. He picked up the deer by its two back feet, then set on
his way, dragging the body behind him.
Before long he picked up the trail that had brought him to this
particular hunting ground, a stream that would lead him to a river, which would
lead him to his village. He stepped into it, shuddering at first at its chill,
then to appreciate its coolness as the heat of the day flared. He dropped the
body, which briefly coloured the flowing water red, then placed his spear on
the embankment. Inga sat on his haunches, then cupped his hands together to
drink from the refreshing water. He stood up, scanned the area around him, then
set off downstream with the deer in tow.
A roaming sabre tooth tiger picked up a scent of blood, which lured him
to the spot of Inga’s kill. It was hungry, and desperate for a meal! It sniffed
about, and scented droplets of human sweat, which caused it to instantly check
the immediate vicinity! It licked up what blood it could, lapping up dirt and
grass in the process, then swiftly and stealthily followed the trail of blood.
It came to a halt at the stream, losing the scent. It sniffed the air for possible
signs, but could find no traces of Inga and the deer within the breeze that was
blowing down the valley. It lapped up a hearty drink, then searched the area
for any possible traces. Moments later it traced a faint scent of blood where
the spear had been, reasoning then took it downstream!
Further downstream, Inga stopped for a rest. He drank until his thirst
was quenched, then washed the sweat off his brow, that had been irritably
dripping over his eyes. He sat down on the grassy embankment, then massaged his
arms to alleviate some of the aching. He took in the natural beauty before him:
the glory of the sun shining through the open canopy above the stream,
reflecting its bright light on its surface; the splendor of the array of trees,
proud in stance and bloom; the beauty of the flowers, rich in various types of
colour; the wonder of nature, with birds darting to and thro, butterflies
floating here and there, and insects going from A to B; the majestic sight of
the surrounding peaks, encompassing the valley where he lived.
Two little birds squabbling caught his attention. He watched them madly
chirping while attempting to peck each other, while frantically flapping their
wings for flight and defense! He looked on intrigued at who might come out the
victor, and before long one flew away with the other chasing behind. He
reasoned they were probably siblings, at odds with each other from the nest.
A toad suddenly startled him, croaking wildly next to him. He marveled
at such a little creature being so brave, or stupid, in the face of
overwhelming adversity. He poked a cautious finger at it, saying:
‘You’re little, I’m big. You’re brave, I’m brave. You sit there, I sit
here. Am I in your way?’ Inga laughed at his last comment, then felt a little
stupid himself for talking to creatures, but carried on regardless, ‘is this
your territory and I’m sitting in it?’ He laughed again, then composed himself
before saying, ‘I’m leaving now, toad win fight,’ he burst into an almighty fit
of laughter at the thought of a mere toad getting the better of him,
Inga, a brave warrior of the Ashanti tribe!
Inga rose, then bent down near the water to rinse his hair, catching a
glimpse of his reflection before he did so: black, unkempt hair; tanned, Caucasian
skin; deep brown eyes; proud nose and a small mouth protruding through a short
beard. He brushed his hands through his wet hair, which made him feel a little
better. He lifted the flap of his animal hide undergarment, then urinated on
the embankment.
He looked at the toad once again, proudly sitting there watching him,
then slowly prodded it with his spear, causing it to jump a short distance.
Inga mischievously waved the spear in front of the stubborn toads face!
‘Toad brave and toad stupid! I’ve got a spear,’ Inga stated as he
carefully pushed the toad aside, ‘I win fight now,’ he said with a victorious
grin. Inga proudly displayed his chest to the toad, flexing it so it bulged!
‘Toad got big chest, I’ve got big chest. My chest bigger than toad’s!’
Inga picked up the deer, then paused as he took in the canopy of trees
that led down the valley for miles. His thoughts drifted to his village, and he
envisaged his beautiful girlfriend anxiously waiting for him. A sneeze brought
him back around to the matter at hand!
‘Bye toad. Live long life,’ Inga hopefully said as he set on his way,
but was doubtful with such stupidity!
Sometime later, the tiger caught the scent of Inga’s urine, then
followed this to where he had urinated. It saw the toad, then instantly pounced
on it, biting it in two with his teeth, a little appetizer to appease its
hunger! It searched for traces of the deer, but could find no scent of it! It
quickly set off back downstream, hoping for a bigger meal soon!
Inga was making steady progress, prompted by the need to get back to the
village before nightfall. His arm ached, so he stopped to use the other one to
drag the carcass. He scanned the area behind him, then set off on his way
again. A little further down the trail he came to an abrupt halt, having heard
a rustling sound coming from the bushes to his left. Inga carefully placed the
deer down into the water, took hold of his spear in both hands, then held it
defensively out before him. He stood there, paused in motion, intently watching
and listening! After what seemed an age, he heard the sound again. Inga stood
there, waiting in a paradoxical state, brave and fearful as to what might
ensue!
Moments later a rabbit peered out from under it, saw Inga, then darted
back for cover. Inga breathed a sigh of relief, then relaxed from his defensive
stance. He suddenly heard splashing footsteps behind him, and was instantly
alarmed! Inga quickly turned to face the threat, and was horrified to see a
sabre tooth tiger rapidly advancing upon him. He froze, and seemed suspended in
time as his mind raced for a resolution!
Seconds later, he quickly searched for a tree to scale, but there
wouldn’t be time! The tiger, upon seeing the weapon, abruptly slowed down its
pace to approach with more caution. Inga slowly retreated, taking cautious
steps backwards to remain facing the beast. It roared an almighty growl that
shook Inga to his very core! Inga stared at the beast’s jaws, open wide
revealing its long teeth, and was petrified!
He took a few more steps backwards, in the positive direction of a tree
he could climb. He stabbed the space before him with the spear, in the vain
hope of warding the tiger off! It came upon him and swiped viciously at the
weapon. Inga wildly stabbed at its giant paws, connecting with one: the tiger
roared in pain, then backed off a little. Inga took a few more steps backwards,
getting ever closer to the safety of the trees!
The tiger limped towards him, still a formidable and frightening sight!
Inga despairingly glanced at the trees, so near yet so far, and wondered
whether he should now make a run for it before it was too late? The tiger came
upon him again, growling viciously, then snapping its jaws at the weapon
threatening it; Inga seized his chance, and thrust the spear into the beast’s
mouth, piercing its throat. The tiger roared in pain, then swiped at the spear,
forcing it out of Inga’s hands! Inga was mortified at finding himself without a
weapon, and instantly sprinted for the nearest tree he could scale!
The tiger frantically swiped at the spear, eventually dislodging it from
its throat, then immediately sprinted after Inga, who was now nestled safely up
an oak tree. It leapt up the trunk, sinking its claws into the bark for grip.
Inga’s heart sank in despair as the beast climbed up the tree, and he prepared
himself for the worst when the beasts grip suddenly gave way, dropping it on
its hind legs back on the ground. Inga was extremely relieved, yet nervously
watched the magnificent beast prowling about below him.
Soon thereafter the tiger left for the stream, desperate to quench the
thirst that the injury was now inflicting upon it. Inga watched it lapping up
gulps of water, and wondered how long he might have to spend up the tree -
perhaps all night! The tiger felt faint, so it searched for a suitable spot to
lay down that offered some cover. Inga watched the tiger seemingly go to sleep,
and wondered if he was dead or not? He dare not venture down at this moment in
time, in case the beast stirred and attacked him!
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
