In between the trees, the snapping of thousands of branches with the roar of engines and beasts echoed through the forest as the birds flee to the sky to the barrage of bullet shells that fell at the sides of the convoy. A strong built man with torn military attire is cleaning his teeth with his big knife while looking down at a young boy that is bound and gagged at his feet
“Don’t worry Alex, oh young men go through this stage in life, where they must survive the forest return home alive to come on man. Be not afraid as my son; I know you shall pass with flying colors!
Now I know you might be a little scared, I know I pissed my pants when I was your age, Alex Gunner. A little few of my friends came back alive. You will start near the river; make your way north. Son, do not travel by nightfall and stay out of the sunlight.
Oh, don’t worry, your mother and I know that you’ll make it back in perfect shape! You are our son after all. One more tip if you come across a giant cat, sacrificing alarm and go for that young dealer with a knife,” said the burly man with confidence.
As the boy Alex spat out the gag in his mouth, he immediately began to protest against the man that claims to be his father. “You crazy people! This is not a tradition; this is suicide, you muscle brains!”
Alex’s father to scratch his head while smiling brilliantly his teeth sparkling. Just being indifferent and put the gag back in his mouth things started to hum a nice little tune while looking into the forest.
Alex continues to struggle in vain like a bagworm, squirming in pain. He continues to bounce around like a Mexican jumping bean, in the back of the van. Alex continues staring daggers at his father.
Alex is a 14-year-old young man with zebra coordinated hair and purple eyes. His skin is tanned from training in the sun all day at the barracks. His build his firm and sturdy from all the hunter’s preparation are given. Throughout the cords, you can see the light red shirt with some leather armor covering his body and steel mesh pants with leather boots. His clothes displayed the of his lowly rank.
The burly father starts shouting at the other soldiers to hurry it up. Alex learned what a fish out of water felt like flopping around. Enduring this treatment for three more hours, the convoy stopped. Alex’s father grabs and throw him over his shoulder. He walks over to a strong tree.
Like a pinata, Alex is hanging from the branches with a knife in his mouth, and a pack is dangling from his feet. All of the military personnel snickered and laughed with faces of scorn. After five minutes, these people left on the convoy, retracing their tracks north.
Alex very frustratingly tried to cut the rope cord near his shoulder. After 30 minutes and nearly cutting through, a giant ostrich-like bird with the head of an horn-owl and sabers for talons came under him. This monster called a horned-saber bird looked up at Alex like a low bearing fruit and started to jump, snapping its powerful beak at him.