Hey, look! It’s a ficlet request from October, sent in by an Anon!
Check it out, and I hope you like it!
Ever since you were little, there was one place near your village that you were warned against going: a particular clearing just inside the forest. It was rumored that an extremely dangerous beast lived there, and in the past, any hunter who went there returned battered and bloody. They were never quite sure of what they’d seen, it always seemed to move too fast for them to identify it. But what they did know was that it was huge, horned, and angry.
You’d been curious about it for the longest time, and one day while out gathering mushrooms, you realized you’d strayed a bit too close. You carefully peek out from behind a tree, and were somewhat disappointed to find nothing whatsoever moving about in the clearing. You let out an enormous sigh and wander into the open area, the grass whispering softly in the breeze that only seemed present here. You see a large, uneven boulder in the center of the clearing, covered with moss, a large stump rooted to the top. You glance at your basket; you’d not had much luck in your hunt for mushrooms, and that looked like a prime spot to find some good ones. You carefully roll up your sleeves and climb up, leaving your basket at the bottom; it was just too hard to climb with.
Once at the top, you notice an abundance of mushrooms clinging to the huge stump, and you bounce slightly in joy. Looks like you wouldn’t have to go mushroom hunting for a week after this haul. You bend down and start gently pulling them from their perch, when a nearby flock of crows abruptly take to the air, cawing loudly. You jump at the sound, and hear a crash off in the distant trees. What was that? Was it the beast?