Hockey Short Story

As I slipped under my covers and began to slowly doze away, I considered how my day was. I woke up. I went to school. I did my homework. I had hockey practice. It seemed like a good, ordinary day, just like yesterday and the day before. All of a sudden, I was running noisily through thick trees in a beautiful forest. I had the greatest free feeling, I couldn’t identify it though. I looked down and saw that I was holding a beautiful spear that was heavy and full of different symbols painted bright colors. To my left were other men, running in the same direction, most with spears identical to mine, however one shorter and younger man whose name I knew somehow, Tabas, carried a tall bow and had a few arrows he made himself dangling at his belt.

In the blink of an eye, we came to a small opening in the forest, where in the field stood a large bear with its cubs eating at a berry bush. We crept onto our knees simultaneously and crawled into higher and thicker brush while silently inching closer to them. I felt a drop of sweat fall from my forehead and land on the head of my spear. Kenno smiled and whispered “that’s the good luck you’ll need” before returning to our silent crawl. I stopped abruptly a good distance away from the large bear, and waited for the call. Seconds after, a high-piercing chant was made by Sentogras as two arrows flew through the air and into the tough skin of the large bear. Raging with anger through the pain, the bear charged at the area from which the arrows came. Instinctively, we all jumped out from the brush and charged the it from all sides. At twenty feet I launched my spear at the mad yet beautiful creature. I caught her directly on the back of her left hind leg, and she fell off balance just long enough for the others to get a good aim before they threw their spears. Jaktu had already thrown his and bravely jumped onto the back of the bear as he pulled out his treasured knife that his grandfather had given him on his deathbed. However, the bear mustered up enough of her dying strength to fling him off of her. I noticed Jaktu dropped his knife as he fell. Knowing that his knife was far better than the cheap one I had made in two hours, I grabbed it off the ground and flung myself on the bear exactly where he had gotten launched off. With my outstretched arm leading me as I jumped on to her, Jaktu’s knife sunk deep inside her. At that point, Tabas shot two more arrows right into her chest, and with the wounds from the countless spears, the arrows, and the knife she fell into the high brush, and