[Oddey]

I' going to write a bunch of stories that won't amount to anything other than practice.

Tom was at break-neck speed charging through the valley with arrows landing close behind him. He had to make it through the storm of arrows if he wanted to live. Sprinting with all his might, he felt a surge of pain come from his shoulder, but he had to ignore it. He couldn't stop, but even he knew if an arrow missed him another one wouldn't. His theory was tested and proven to be correct when his lower leg was shot directly through. The arrows ceased and so did Tom. A pair of feet stood infront of him. He forced himself to look up. A pair of red eyes gleamed back at him. His axe raised Tom the Hero's head was cleanly swiped off as his body fell limply to the ground. The creature tossed the head to his followers whom then sealed it in a jar to prevent it from rotting. It was a decisin they regretted for whenever they looked at it they were sure something came over them. In the end they killed themselves in hopes of drowning the something out.

There will be more just not yet.