As I approached the clearing I had my first glance of the creature. My breath caught in my throat. How could anyone call such a magnificent beast a monster? It had killed a deer, a great white stag. It gripped the carcass with its talons, ripping out chunks of flesh with its powerful beak. Its hind paws braced it, claws digging into the dirt, tail twitching from side to side, like a cat’s.
I stepped from the treeline. A branch snapped under my foot. I froze, but it simply continued feeding; it had nothing to fear, not the King of all creatures. I could sense my brothers in the trees around me. They weren’t there to help me should the beast attack but to see whether the prophecy would be fulfilled. I waited. Continue reading