Polaris was a 14 year old pale skinned boy with short brown hair, and brown eyes who lived on an undiscovered island with his tribe.
“Mom” I whined. “When will I be able to become a fierce hunter like dad?”
“You will get it when you’re ready.” Mom told me. She was always saying that.
“But mom,” I started
“No! You will earn it, not whine like a baby! Now help me put these skins away.” She said, angry as the wolf dad killed yesterday.
I let out an angry sigh as I walked out of the house.
“You better get back here Polaris, or punishment will be severe,” mom snarled.
I walked back to the house and silently put the fresh skins away. I then walked outside to find my friends.
“Hey.” I ...view middle of the document...
“Hey!” I yell. He looks behind himself and trips. I quickly run over to him. He cusses and tries to stand, but I see a sharp, curved object flings into his chest. He lets out a moan and falls back to the ground. I rip the object and quickly find out what it is. A fang. I spin around and see Fang, standing on top of a short hill.
“Dang!” he exclaims and runs off into the distance.
“Wait!” I yell. He’s gone. Something’s up, and I will find out what! I think to myself. I quickly remember about the kid lying on the ground. I turn him over and look at his stomach. Another fang wound. “Dang!” I say as I pick up the lion pelt and walk away. I find my way back to my house, the gory image of death still fresh in my mind. I walk in and run up to my room. I open the chest my dad said to use if anything bad happened. A knife. Great! I think to myself as I shove it in my pants. “Mom, I’m going out!” I yell behind me. I run down to fangs house and knock on the door. No one answers. I walk behind the house and continue up the mountain as I walk behind a tree and fall down. I lay there as something flings beside my head. I jump up, looking behind me, only to see a fang deep inside the wood. I spin around and see Fang, mouthing a swear word and starts turning around. I quickly start running after him, and seconds later I break into a full out sprint. I finally catch up to Fang and tackle him to the ground, his head dangling off the long ravine in the mountain. I grab the knife out of my pants and put it across his neck. “You son of a-“he starts as I hit his throat with the end of my knife. He grabs at his neck and quickly shoots his hand up and lands a punch directly on my nose as I fly backwards. I turn onto my front and as he walks forward a horse kick him in his stomach, making him bend over. I quickly stand up and elbow him in the side of the head. He trips over himself and hits the ground with a thud. He quickly pulls out something that looks like a morphed slingshot. “I got this from my dad, who used to live in America but he got knocked out and was taken here. This is called a Glock and I will shoot you!” he stammers. I quickly grab his arm and twist it, making a loud cracking sound, as he cried in utter horror. He kneed me in the stomach and pinned me to the ground, one hand on my neck. I was punching and kicking him until I finally landed a blow onto his stomach and he flew off of me. He tried to...