Name: Nera, the lost hunter by Christian „FrankIE“ Koch
Nera got back on her feet. A bit too fast, she was dizzy. Slowly she turned her head, trying to find some orientation. Darkness was everywhere around, eveything further away than five steps was swallowed by blackness. Weak twilight, no lantern. On the ground Nera saw her dagger. She picked it up and was rewarded with some more dizziness. It took some focus to keep her last meal inside. After a few seconds Nera dared to make some steps into the direction where she guessed her hunting party might have left.
Nera tried to reconstruct what had happened. They were on their way following some promising fresh traces when they were suddenly ambushed by a swarm of flying beasts. Chanceless against these odds they started to run in terror, then she staggered and hit the ground hard. Nera could not remember exactly, she must have passed out. Where did they go? Did the swarm get them? Were they searching for her?
In the tall grass nearby Nera heard a scratching sound. Tensed by the overwhelming situation, she gripped her dagger tight, ready to stab anything that might approach. With her right hand Nera grabbed her whip from her belt to distract whatever might come out of the grass. She took a deep breath and her eyes widened when the grasses were moved aside and revealed…”