“Lebarus T. Jones and the Beast of the Hollow” A short story by me, the creator of this story. Lebarus T. Jones had never been a man of violence, but the monster stalking the Hollow was unlike any beast he had mapped. Its massive form was a blur of shadows and claws, lurking between the trees. Armed with only his maps and a sharp wit, Lebarus had come to chart the forgotten woods, but now he had to survive them. The creature-half-man, half-beast-emerged with a roar, its eyes glowing like embers. “Not today,” Lebarus muttered, pulling a scrap of ancient parchment from his satchel. The map was incomplete, but one detail caught his eye: a symbol he had never seen before, etched near a stone outcrop. The creature charged, but Lebarus was faster. He darted past, leading it toward the stone. As it lunged, the map’s magic activated, trapping the beast in a vortex of ancient runes. The Hollow grew silent. Lebarus exhaled, a man once again in control of the map’s power.
“Lebarus T. Jones and the Beast of the Hollow” A short story by me, the creator of this story.
Lebarus T. Jones had never been a man of violence, but the monster stalking the Hollow was unlike any beast he had mapped. Its massive form was a blur of shadows and claws, lurking between the trees.
Armed with only his maps and a sharp wit, Lebarus had come to chart the forgotten woods, but now he had to survive them. The creature-half-man, half-beast-emerged with a roar, its eyes glowing like embers.
“Not today,” Lebarus muttered, pulling a scrap of ancient parchment from his satchel. The map was incomplete, but one detail caught his eye: a symbol he had never seen before, etched near a stone outcrop.
The creature charged, but Lebarus was faster. He darted past, leading it toward the stone. As it lunged, the map’s magic activated, trapping the beast in a vortex of ancient runes.
The Hollow grew silent. Lebarus exhaled, a man once again in control of the map’s power.
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