Author’s Note: Hey readers, thanks for stopping by again and taking your time to read my work. This little corner here is just to update you on some things. First, I am still actively writing, even with a slower pace. The real problem is not writing per se, but editing and fixing mistakes. And that brings me to the “most important” new to you readers. The new chapter of Re:Interference is in the editing phase. That means, if things go well, I will be able to put it out in two days (although, I promise nothing here).
So, beside the almost one week long silence, the blog is still alive, Re: Interference will come out with a new chapter, and A Strange Sky will also continue to update.
Glimmer of a Fallen star…well, that I’m taking my sweet time to write, since I want it to be a proper fantasy, and I hope to eventually publish it “seriously” once it is completed, and if I find it good enough.
Well, enough with my ramblings. Here is the chapter, so, enjoy. And, as usual, thank you for taking a bit of your time for my stories.
Conrad woke up, rubbing his eyes and letting out a loud yawn. He had trouble sleeping during the night, often woken up by some sudden noise coming from the forest. Or he would roll in his sleep over the pile of leaves that was his bed, forcing an uneven piece of the rocks below to lodge itself in his back.
He had no injuries, and he was thankful for that, but his back hurt like it never had before.
Once he got up from his improvised bed, he looked at it with disdain, and muttered.
<<I need a better bed>>
Sighing, he consumed a quick breakfast, some of the fruits he picked up the day before along with leftovers from his dinner.
The fire had waned during the night, becoming nothing more than embers hidden under a gray layer of ashes.
That reminded Conrad, that if he had ashes, he could even make himself some soap. He knew the procedure, after all, since it was one of the things his father taught him.
He recalled the man, and the plethora of hobbies he had, all related to self-crafting and item productions with “natural resources and good’ol effort”,like Conrad remembered his father always saying.
He had taught him to hunt, to skin an animal, to make simple fibers into a rope and other curious things for a man like Conrad to know.
Still, even if different from the father-son time his companions often described, Conrad always cherished those lessons, more for the time spent with his ever-busy father, rather than the things he was taught.
But now, he had the occasion, if not the dire need, to put some of them into practice.
Conrad moved towards the entrance of his cave, looking up the sky as it dawned.
Curiously, only one Sun rose at dawn.
The others would probably follow at a later hour, thought Conrad while basking in the view, taking a deep breath of the crisp morning air.
He took a glance at his watch, seeing how the alarm on it did not go off at the supposed time.
<<Useless until the end, huh?>>
He decided to leave the watch into the cave. No sense in taking it with him, since the compass in it was unusable, the time it displayed was so wrong to result even comical, given how the days and nights in this world were far longer than those of the old world.
As he went once again toward the entrance, Conrad started to think about what he would do next.
He first decided to walk alongside the river, following the slim chance of encountering some sort of civilization if he followed the water downstream.
But, he was beginning to consider that there could not be a civilization to find, or it could be too distant to reach, requiring days, weeks even, just for him to get out of the forest.
He thought about giving up on that idea, and staying in his little cave. After all, he considered, in there he had water to last forever, given that the river basically flowed under his “home”.
Food was also abundant, with fruit, mushrooms and fish, and, perhaps, even animals for him to hunt.
He spotted some clay when he walked along the riverbank, and he could use it to improve his situation, craft some pottery perhaps.
Conrad began to consider his options. By staying in the cave, he would be safe and have access to food, shelter and water.
But, he knew that meant basically giving up on the opportunity of finding other people.
Then, he considered what it would happen if he left.
The forest was not safe, he knew that.
Shuddering, he remembered what he had seen during the night, when, feeling the need to relieve himself, he strolled, still half asleep, to the entrance of the cave, his back to the dancing lights of the fireplace, as he pissed to the wind while shivering for the cold of the night.
A quick, large shadow, swooped under the trees, on the other side of the river.
He knew it was not near his little sanctuary, but it was too close to Conrad’s taste.
And, surely, there would be more things lurking in the forest. He knew that ,and the possibility scared him.
If he left, he would be forced to camp in the open, if he did not manage to build or find himself some shelter.
And he could not be so lucky like the first time, when he basically stumbled on a cozy cave, situated on high ground and near a good amount of resources.
He gave some thought to the matter, and finally, Conrad reached a compromise with himself.
From the earlier experience, he knew that leveling his skills enough would yield him additional Stat points.
And that would mean, becoming effectively stronger without the need to level up.
There were too many similarities between this strange reality and those role playing games of the old world, and Conrad knew that, if the rules here were roughly the same as those games, in order to level up he would need to fight and kill something.
And he wanted to avoid the scenario of getting mauled to death by a wild animal.
Most likely, he surmised, the beasts around the area he was in were higher level than him.
Maybe even several levels over his own, and that, he concluded, would spell certain death.
But, if he managed to increase his stat points before venturing out…
Even an increase in Health Points would allow him to survive better, not considering the other parameters.
And, he noticed, he was too under-equipped to undertake a journey of any kind.
He lacked the means to transport some water with him, water-skins or even a portable canteen.
He lacked clothing, bare-chested as he was and donning ripped jeans.
And most of all, he lacked a proper weapon.
His knife, although sharp and made of metal, would be useless against a large animal, and he knew that.
His spear was nothing more than a pointed stick, good for skewering a fish and maybe chasing out small predators, but if something big, or a large group of animals attacked him, Conrad knew that neither the knife nor the spear would do much to save his life.
And so, he decided on the course to take.
He would dedicate himself to training his skills with discipline, preparing as best as he could, and then, and only then, he would attempt to leave his cave and search the forest.
Conrad knew he would still be forced to do quick trips to the forest in order to gather resources and food, but a four or five hours trek to a nearby place was definitely safer than leaving his cave and following the river downstream.
He took a good look at what he had, and thought about what he lacked.
In his list, the top priorities where things he knew he could craft himself with limited resources. First, he needed the means to transport larger quantities of materials, without having his hands busy with carrying them.
He was still using scraps of his clothes as some sort of satchels, but that was not nearly enough, he needed some sturdier and larger things in order to carry firewood, or stones.
And he needed something to store water. He had seen some clay on the riverbank, but, in order to prepare it, he knew he would need to build an oven capable of reaching enough heat to turn clay into ceramic.
He sighed, realizing that he would also need a lot more things.
Clothing, and he was sure that even a simple shirt, or a piece of crude cloth to cover himself with was outside of his capabilities.
He could try with some animal pelts, but that would require catching the animal first, killing it without ruining too much the skin, skinning it and treating the pelt until it became usable.
Too much work, he concluded, given his current circumstances.
Perhaps, he thought, he could rely on animal pelts at a later time, but for now, it was something out of his possibilities.
Especially, he was a bit concerned about his capabilities of catching a wild animal here.
Killing it and skinning the corpse would leave trail of blood to his cave, and the scent would attract insect, scavengers or worse, some larger predators.
He chose to not hunt, yet, even because he still lacked proper, effective weapons.
All he had was some pointed sticks, and a pocket knife.
But, thought Conrad, that was something he could improve.
Not much, but improving his spears with a stone spearhead would mean having something useful to defend himself, and, using the same procedure, he could craft an axe to cut wood, some knives and other tools.
He already knew where to find some hard stones to use as hammers, and some stones similar to flint, that would break into sharp splinters if struck with the right amount of force.
He knew the process would be long, and most likely he would not be able to produce something useful even after a whole day of trying.
Next, he would need something to bind objects. Strings for smaller things, rope for larger objects and in order to secure himself a quicker way in his cave.
He surmised, he had a lot of things to do.
Going back inside the cave, he decided to rework a bit on his spears. As they were now, they were only pointed sticks, but he knew that he could harden the wood using fire, and shape the spear-tip better, forming a proper spearhead out of it.
He decided that he would use those as fishing tools, and so, he needed to make some sort of prongs on the wooden spearhead. And so, he worked, starting the fire and then setting the spearheads on it, until they became slightly blackened.
Then, he would take them off, and start polishing the tip with a porous stone, one that he collected earlier near the riverbed. Unusual as it was, it caught Conrad’s attention given the peculiar material, of clear volcanic origin.
That, had made him think about other stones of that type he could find, perhaps somewhere inside the forest.
If there were some volcanic rock formations, there was the chance he could find a useful stone of that kind. Obsidian, or this world’s equivalent of it.
He knew that flint would made good enough knives or even a spearhead, but obsidian had higher cutting power, although it was more difficult to work.
Still, he needed to find it before crafting something with it, and in order to do that, he would need to explore the forest.
He parted himself from those thoughts, looking at the improved spear-points. He did rework the shaft too, cutting those rough bumps in the wood and smoothing it as best as he could.
Setting the first, finished spear to the side, he focused on the blue notifications.
Successfully Crafted- Wooden Spear (standard quality) + 2 attack
Conrad grinned, dancing lights from the fire made his smile even creepier in the shadows of his cave.
He took the next spear, and started working on it with renewed vigor, waiting to see if the process would increase his crafting skill.
Successfully Crafted- Wooden Spear (standard quality) + 2 attack
Skill Level Up! Crafting +1 (2/10)
Not by much, he observed, but the skill still rose by one level. He knew that, if this strange “Mosaic system” worked like a game, there would be diminishing returns with his skills.
That meant, he would need to craft more objects in order to increase the skill’s level, or craft some more complicated ones.
After finishing his “fishing” spears, he decided to hop down to the river, and start gathering the materials he would need.
During the rest of the day, he went back and forth from the cave to the forest, focusing on his work and ignoring the notifications, deciding that he would look at them once his work ended.
When Conrad was satisfied enough by the quantity of materials gathered, he stopped, piles of leaves, wood and stones amassed near the rock cliff that hosted his cave.
The place was relatively open, he was well aware of that, but near the cave there was only one direction from where danger could come.
If something approached, he would be able to see it and run into the cave.
At least, he hoped.
The other choice for him would be to haul all the materials up in his cave, something that would force him to spend too much energy.
By working on ground level, he had quick access to water, and a larger, open space to work.
The first thing he did, was digging a fire pit and starting a large fire in it.
It would keep predators, away, and Conrad learned that burning some of that bug-repelling sap in the fire would spread the substance in the air, thus making it more appealing than smearing himself with the sap.
When the fire pit was completed, he stuck some wooden branches around it, making some supports that he would later need.
Then, Conrad started the fire, working as he did the night before by using nothing more than wood, fiber and patience.
Soon, a thick white smoke rose from the pile of wood, as flames licked their way up, flickering orange and red before crackling out loud when they enveloped the wood.
Satisfied by the loud crackling of the fire, Conrad took the time to sort his notifications a bit.
Skill Level UP! Gathering +2 (5/10)
Skill Level UP! Identify +2 (3/10)
Skill Level UP! Dismantle +1 (2/10)
Skill Level UP! Physical Fitness +2 (4/10)
New Skill Unlocked! Running (1/10)- Type: General (Soma)
New Skill Unlocked! Sprint (1/10)- Type: Active- 1SP- (Soma)
New Skill Unlocked! Athletics (1/10)- Type: passive (Soma)
Skill Level UP!Running +1 (2/10)
Skill Level UP! Sprint +1 (2/10)
Skill Level UP! Athletics +1 (2/10)
He had gained a bunch of new skills from the earlier activity, and some more skill levels too.
Still, he felt like all of his skills, beside the active ones, gave little to none benefit over his normal activity.
He surmised he would be able to feel the improvement when the skill level would reach ten, at least, and he had still a long way to go before that.
Now freed of the blinking blue notifications, he dedicated himself to sorting the types of leaves he gathered.
Some were long and thin leaves, much similar to palm leaves but more tender and with smooth edges.
He sorted those in a separate heap, then focused on the rest. Two types of large, deep green leaves whose upper surface was hydro repellent.
Some more, smaller, softer and delicate, along with the thin stalks that held them.
Conrad took the time to sort them all, sending glances towards the forest’s edge from time to time.
Daylight was still strong, as this world’s days lasted far longer than those of the old one.
After sorting out the leaves, it was the turn for bark scraps, pieces of wood and some plant stalks that Conrad found and collected when, after cutting them with his knife, he found out they were basically made with a lot of fiber.
Once he was done, he focused his attention on the stalks.
He stripped them of their thin bark, using his knife on the fibers below, with the utmost care, in order to strip the fiber from the stalk.
Long, thin filaments of it, that Conrad hoped to later work into some kind of string. He would need to dry them first, then patiently twist them one with another in order to form some semblance of string.
The whole process of extracting the fibers netted him two more levels in Dismantle, bringing the skill to level four out of ten.
Each strip of fiber he put on the wooden supports he earlier made around the fire, distant enough to it to still receive the heat without risking them to burn.
Then, Conrad looked up to the sky, calculating how much daylight he still had to work. He decided to stop, and start trying to catch a fish for dinner. He already had gathered some mushrooms and fruits, but he lacked a “main dish”.
Unlike his first catch, he managed to only spear out two small fishes, the others altogether avoiding his form in the water, or too quick for him to spear.
One large fish that he managed to stab, thrashed around so hard that it snapped the spear, leaving Conrad with a broken stick and disappointment.
Shaking his head, he gave up, since he already had enough food for dinner and breakfast.
He took the time to clean the fishes, finding it difficult since the small size of them. Too small, he observed, to be cooked like he did with the other fish.
But, he could cook them by wrapping them into leaves, using them like tinfoil. He remembered doing something similar whenever he went fishing with his friend, and they would take some day off camping on the lake.
He then pondered for a while if he would climb up to the cave once again, or risk sleeping on ground level.
He had fire near him, and sleeping on soft soil was more appealing to him than his bed of leaves on a hard rock floor.
Still, he took the more prudent option, deciding to go back to the cave. Perhaps, he thought, he would be able to build a fence around the cave’s entrance sooner or later, and have a more secure place if he wanted to sleep outside.
For now, he considered safety a priority over good sleep, resolving himself to do something about that in the near future.
Taking the essentials with him, food and some firewood, he climbed up once again. Then, he returned on ground level, to take some of the palm-like leaves.
He did gather them from a small palm tree that grew among the forest’s undergrowth. His Identify skill named those trees Malu, and Conrad found the name fitting given the exotic, out of place appearance of those trees among the others of that forest.
He did this for almost half an hour, until the stash of Malu leaves he gathered was completely stashed into his cave.
Then, he climbed up once more, for the final time that day.
He dismissed the notification about his Climbing skill rising one level, and dedicated himself to start a small fire inside the cave.
The slight wind coming from the opening blew the smoke further inside the cave, spreading the acre, gray smoke where Conrad would sleep.
It did not bother him too much, and he decided to take some rest and add some smoke of his own.
He rolled himself a cigarette, using the tobacco he had been rationing, hoping it would last him enough but knowing that it wouldn’t.
Conrad burst into laughter, that quickly became a coughing fit, after seeing the content of the new system window that popped up.
New Skill Unlocked! Poison Resistance (1/0)- Type: Passive (Soma)
He thought about how his mother would agree to that statement. “Stop smoking that! It’s poisoning you!” she would often yell, whenever Conrad stepped out of the house to light a cigarette.
His mother’s face remained there, for an instant, impressed into his memory, gray hair and that ever concerned expression.
But her eyes, he remembered, feeling his chest tighten, her eyes were both sad and kind, a combination that appeared after Conrad’s father became paralyzed.
He shook his head, feeling his eyes slightly burn as he repressed those tears.
A bad habit he had, thought Conrad, to not let himself go, to suppress those emotions instead of letting them out.
And here, alone, he could do it, he thought, no one was there to watch, or judge.
And yet, he did the same as he did back in the city, the same he did near his father’s bed and later, near the brown, lucid wood of his coffin surrounded by flowers.
In order to shake off those thoughts from his mind, he sat down and took the Malu leaves, beginning to cut them from the branch and dividing them into two halves, cutting with his knife along the stem of the leaf.
Then, he started to weave them together.
After working on it for some hours, he finally got the hang of it and managed to craft himself a small satchel. It was flexible enough, given how the leaves were still fresh, and they were sturdy enough to not break, even when Conrad pulled the final product with some strength, making a satisfied expression as it did not break.
He then started to make some more, going on until he felt too sleepy to continue.
Before laying on his crude bed of leaves, he added some firewood to his fire and sat down in front of it, warming himself up a bit.
Then, he went to his bed and tried to find the best position that he could.
Tired as he was, he slept all night, waking up with the first light of morning and starting his routine once again after breakfast.
He would dedicate the first hours of the morning to gathering new resources, mainly leaves and some more of those fiber rich stalks.
Then, he would start dismantling the items he gathered, putting the fibers to dry near the fire and starting to work on those that were dried enough.
He first took the fiber between his fingers, and twisted it on itself.
Then, he would take another, doing the same, adding it to the first one and twisting in the same direction.
It took some time, both for him to learn how to do it the proper way to weave and craft those thin vegetable strings.
The most difficult part to him was learning how to insert new fibers into the string, thus increasing the string’s length and thickness. But, with time and patience, he learned how to do it.
The amount of string he crafted was still too low for him to do anything with it, but it was a starting point, and the whole process netted him another level in his crafting skill.
After dismissing the notification, he took the time for a quick lunch, before setting out to gather again, this time bringing his satchels made of woven leaves with him.
Looking at the line of trees with suspicion, he decided to not go in the forest yet. Instead, he climbed up on the rock that hosted his small cave, to have a better look at his immediate surroundings.
He took with him his spear, just to feel a bit safer, and some pieces of black coal along with a straight piece of clear bark.
Climbing up, he reached up to the top, four meters above the riverbank.
The rock formation continued inward, into the forest. It was not a continuous ridge, rather, it had some interruptions that forced Conrad to climb down and walk on ground level, sometimes for tens of meter, other for hundreds.
In the distance, he could see the place where the rocks stood even taller than the trees, providing a good point of observation to study the surroundings.
The climb up was surely more difficult than he did in order to reach his position, but Conrad considered it worth the fatigue and risk.
He took a deep breath, and started walking towards the higher rocks.
Conrad measured each step, trying to find safe footing before putting his weight on the spot.
Some times, his prodding of the stone with the butt of his spear made the stone crumble, pebbles tumbling down in the forest, forcing him to reconsider his path on the stone surface.
Luckily, he considered, he had some experience with free climbing, and he could manage even without proper security equipment.
Slowly, preferring safety to speed, he reached the point where he would need to stop walking, and start climbing up.
The vertical rock wall was not a difficult climb, its color and hardness suggesting the stone to be another type from the frail rock that he crossed earlier.
It was not even that high, sixty meters of vertical climb, with lots of good handholds to use.
After he managed to reach the top, panting and covered in sweat and dirt, Conrad rolled on his back, his eyes staring at the blue notification that floated in front of him.
Skill Level UP! Climbing + 2 (5/10)
Skill Level UP! Physical Fitness +2 (6/10)
He took some more time to let his breathing settle, his hearth thumping in his chest.
Then, he finally stood up, and let his gaze wander at the sea of green.
He cursed out loud, surprised by the long necks emerging from that green sea.
Like seeing a squid-faced giraffe, slowly and lazily munching on treetops.
The sight of those strange creatures made Conrad recoil in fear, and he darted behind a large rock, flattening himself to its surface in order to hide.
He took another, prudent glance to those weird animals. Long necks that towered over treetops, making the beasts taller than sixty meters overall.
Their skin had a primary shade of deep green, with darker brown spots that resembled a giraffe’s mane. Their bulbous heads lacked eyes, having a row of long, luminescent stripes that pulsed dimly.
Tentacles expanded from those heads, lightly brushing the foliage before grasping the branches and pulling them to the animal’s mouth.
Conrad counted six of them, and he was surprised not only by those thing’s weird appearance, but also by the simple notion that they did make almost no noise.
Certainly, he thought, animals of that size should be heard from miles away, and yet, those things walked gently among the trees, slowly bobbing their long necks as they droned from one tree to the other. He became captivated by that view, forgetting the fear that took hold of him before.
The sight of them truly made his mind wander to those sci-fi stories he loved when he was young, and sometimes, even now.
<<Well, one thing is reading them, living them thou…>>
He left his words hanging, turning his attention from the towering creatures to his surroundings. Conrad realized that those beasts, although queer in their appearance and proportions, did not pose any threat to him.
He looked at them some more, then he focused on the original task that compelled him to climb the rocks.
To look for useful landmarks.
In order to have some sense of direction, he considered north the direction he was facing.
In front of him, the rock formation went down progressively, until it became invisible, covered by the foliage like it was swallowed by green waters.
Further away, in the distance, the mountain range he saw on his first day was there, its peaks covered by black, dense clouds that made Conrad slightly worry.
A storm would definitely be bad for him.
Still, he judged it far, and the wind was blowing in the opposite direction, away from the forest and towards the mountains.
To his back, south, there was his cave, further down on the same rock formation he was now.
The river flowed south east of his position.
To his left, west, more trees.
Taller ones could be seen emerging from the more uniform treetops, but no other things that claimed Conrad’s attention, beside a curious flying thing that perched for a few seconds near him.
It looked like a bird, in its general structure.
But, featherless, with scaly blue skin and its wings more similar to fins than proper bird wings. Tentacles wiggled where its beak should have been.
Conrad could only take a small glance at the thing, before it darted away in the sky.
The man shrugged his shoulder, as he sat dawn and began to draw on the piece of bark, using coal to trace a rough map of his surroundings.
He had no clear sense of distance, only a rough approximation, but having a map to follow would be inestimable, and a starting point for the time when he would decide to leave the cave and thread further into the forest.
As Conrad drew the approximated lines of his map, he felt a slight sensation in his head, followed by the usual ringing noise that preceded the blue screen’s appearance.
New Skill Unlocked! Map (1/10)- Type: General (Pneuma) Visualize a mental representation of the places you’ve explored. Landmark and points of interest are displayed and marked as you explore further
Congratulations! You’ve unlocked two skills of each Type (current: 2 Tekna, 2 Pneuma, 8 Soma)
Unlocked new Pattern: “First Step” (0/10) Tiles required for each level-1
Acquired: 1 Tile
Bonus Stat Points Gained!
The sudden rush of energy Conrad felt left him shuddering, as the increase in his statistics began to change his body.
This time, sensations assaulted all his being, mind and body, he felt them overflowing with energy, first painful, then waning into warm pleasure before vanishing.
The world around him looked more vivid, as he discovered that now, with his increased Perception, he could see more detail in the world around him.
He could even see the single leaves on distant trees, that moments before were nothing but green massess.
The world filled with so many new details was overwhelming for him, and Conrad closed his eyes for a moment, his improved vision causing him a headache.
Not only that, he noticed also he could now hear better, the rustling leaves around him, the creaking sound of branches swaying in the light breeze.
And his own heartbeat, now pounding louder in his ears.
It took him some minutes before adjusting to the new conditions.
As he tried to get up, he realized those were not the only changes.
He felt stronger, reinvigorated. To test things, he took a small stone and threw it away.
It flew well past the distance that Conrad knew he could throw.
Grinning, he tried to use the new skill he gained.
When he did, a blue window floated in his view.
On it, instead of the usual messages written in white, flickering letters, there was a bi-dimensional map, surrounded by black space.
The map represented the portion of the forest and riverbank that Conrad had ventured into.
He recognized the landmarks represented in there, his cave, the hill he climbed to on his first day, even the rock he was standing at that moment.
He tried to fidget a bit with the new skill, realizing he could scroll the map as he wanted, using nothing more than a thought.
Zooming in and out of it, and even reducing the window’s size. The skill itself did not consume his energies, and he could keep the window up without it impeding his field of view.
<<Well, this will be useful>>
He muttered with satisfaction, deciding to head back to his cave.
On the way back, he marveled about how the climb down was easier than he imagined, thinking it the work of the improved statistics he gained.
As he was about to climb down the final portion of the rock, he stopped, his eyes gaping in surprise and panic.
Below him, no more than three meters, a large animal stalked the forest. It had a long, sleek body with gleaming black skin. The beast moved among the low bushes, its steps having a feline grace to them.
Conrad knew, by instinct, that the animal was dangerous. He could not see it completely, parts of its frame hidden by the vegetation. But, as he observed it, holding his breath, he concluded that the beast was hunting.
A rustle in the bushes made him draw a sigh of relief, as the black monster sprung out to leap on another animal.
Thankfully, thought Conrad, the thing was not hunting him.
He remained there, his breath as silent as he could, as the black creature tore the animal apart, gulping down its flesh. The snout of the beast was similar to that of a tiger, yet so different.
The mouth looked more like an insect’s jaw surrounded by thick, short tentacles, that wiggled around when the creature joutted its head back and gulped large chunks of meat, like a bird would do.
Unable to resist the curiosity, Conrad used his Identify on the black predator.
Identified- Lyander (lvl 35)- Caution/ Retreat Suggested
Skill Level UP! Identify +2 (5/10)
Level 35. Those words made Conrad panic, as he resisted the need to leave his spot and run the hell back to his cave.
He forced himself to think, rather than act.
The monster did not spot him, focused as it was on its prey.
Conrad surmised that, if he dropped down and ran, the Lyander would chase him and, most likely, kill him.
Strange as it sounded, he considered that he was safe while still perched on those rocks.
But he needed to move from his position.
The rock formation that he was on was not continuous, and had numerous interructions that forced him to climb down and walk on the ground for a bit.
This was one such points, no more than one hundred meters or so separing his position from the next, high rock. If he managed to reach it, he would be safe on top of it, having some kind of height advantage.
If the beast decided to follow, he could spear it from up top, or chase it off launching stones.
But that was a matter for later, if he managed to sneak past the monster.
He pondered his options. First, he needed to get on ground level if he wanted to go back home.
He could wait for the Lyander to leave, or he could try and sneak his way out of sight.
He tried the first option, waiting for the black monster to finish its meal.
But, much to Conrad’s regret, the monster chose to crouch near its prey, apparently falling asleep.
Conrad began to feel his muscles tense too much, still hanging from the rock as he was.
He could not wait much longer in that position, and so, he decided to take the risk, and sneak away from the creature.
As slowly as he could, he moved sideways on the rock wall, cursing under his lips every time a small pebble fell from the rock.
His eyes darted from the rock to the terrain below, where the beast slept.
Conrad climbed down, and, once he reached the soft soil, he began to step lightly on it, putting some distance between himself and the sleeping predator.
In doing so, he kept visual contact with the monster.
For only a moment he glanced away, checking his surroundings.
A moment, but it had been enough for the beast to disappear.
He began sweating, his eyes frantically searching for the black shape of the beast.
Conrad crouched, trying to hide among the bushes, almost crawling when he tried to move from one to the other, careful to not let his steps make any noise.
He managed to step away from the rock, putting roughly thirty meters between him and the spot where the Lyander was resting.
For a moment, Conrad really thought he slipped by the beast.
A black paw touched the ground, half a meter away from the bush where Conrad was hidden.
From whithin the thick foliage, he could see the form of the Lyander, lifting its snout and wiggling those strange tentacles he had, almost, thought Conrad, as if it was smelling something.
The beast had no eyes, he noted when he had a clear glance to its head. On its sides, where eyes should have been, the same kind of long, bioluminescent strips that those giraffe-squids had pulsed with purple light, rhithmycally, almost hypnotic.
Perhaps, thought Conrad, it had some other means of vision, but it did not see like an animal of his old world did.
Otherwise, Conrad would be already dead.
Instead, it looked to him like the Lyander relied more on smell, or some other weird sense to hunt its prey.
And that was what the beast did, its tentacles wriggling, extended towards the bush where Conrad was.
Perhaps, he thought, the monster relied mostly on smell to hunt.
But a sudden noise interrupted his considerations.
Something fell from a tree, perhaps a ripe fruit, or a broken branch.
The noise it made, it was not even that loud, and yet, the monster sprung toward that direction, darting movement so quick that the image of it became only a black, blurred shape.
A moment after, the monster re-emerged from the bushes.
Conrad’s heart skipped a beat, and he gripped his wooden spear so hard that his knuckles became white.
It used smell, and sound, he concluded.
He knew that the beast would tear him apart, if it found him.
And now, the thing was searching the area, only some moments left before it would find him.
The slightest noise, would mean death for him.
Conrad weighted his options, his thoughts running as to find a solution to his predicament.
He considered running away.
Doing so, he knew, would make a lot of noise. Seeing how mindboggingly quick the creature sprung to attack, Conrad now had the certainty that he would never be able to outrun it. And even if he did, the thing could just track his smell and the sounds he made, and it would reach him in some instants.
He imagined how the beast would just leap at him, sinking its jaws into Conrad’s back.
Or, and that option was almost as risky as the other one, he could remain in hiding.
Attacking the beast head on was pure suicide, he knew that.
But, if the thing really used smell and hearing to hunt, Conrad thought, perhaps he would be able to trick it, somehow.
He steeled his nerves, controlled his breathing, trying to calm himself.
Panic, he knew, would only worsen his situation.
Beasts could smell fear, something that every good hunter would repeat to a young one wanting to learn.
And Conrad remembered his father telling him so, when they spotted a bear during a hunting trip. The danger, back then, was faraway, not like what Conrad was facing at the moment.
And he was not even sure if that saying was true, or if it was even appliable to creatures of another world.
The Lyander pointed its snout towards Conrad, slowly advancing towards him.
Contrasting thoughts burst out in Conrad’s mind, instints and reason fighting each other in a tangled mess.
Run, fight, stay, scream, cry, die, survive.
All at the same time.
But something clicked, and he found himself unusually calm, cold even.
He slowly moved to the side, each movement calculated to not let out even the slightest noise.
He ignored those blue flashes and the noise in his head, focusing, holding his breath. Even the slightest mistake would spell his death, and he had only one chance, he was sure of it.
Mind Mosaic Status:
Soma: HP 10/10
Pneuma: AP 1/1
Tekna: Sp 1/1
General: Gathering (5/10); Crafting (3/10); Climbing (5/10);Running (2/10); Cooking (2/10); Map (1/10)
Active: Identify (5/10); Dismantle (2/10); Sprint (2/10)
Passive: Physical Fitness (6/10); Athletics (2/10); Poison Resistance (1/10)
Patterns: “First Step” (0/10)