Still Waters

The Beast wants to visit the campfire. Those at the camp are disgusted by me. The guards and scouts are wary. 

Brother understands the Beast.

Beast wants to visit Brother more often. He tells me what way Beast should do things

Brother does not fear me. Brother likes me. He took me here so Beast could start new.

I am Beast. I eat predator flesh. The Heron tribe calls me one of them. They say I am a warrior.

All is quiet and still this morning. I am strong at night. Quiet comforts me. There is no wind.

It is still.

At night run through the forest. I rage. I am anger and bitterness.

Beast needs a cure. 

When I was young, I was bit by a fearsome creature. 

My body has been afflicted by the bite.

Beast does not bite what he does not kill.

Beast had a friend that cares for animals. 

Stewart tried to help. He put silver in me to see if it would kill the sickness.

It did not help. His cure hurt the Beast. 

It did not help. 

Stewart wrote on paper to release me from Silent Gallows Prison. 

Stewart is a magistrate. I do not know what that is.

The Beast misses Stewart. He is a nice man.

Pain is in my body but not on the outside much. 

Not all in the Heron tribe are nice to Beast. When Beast gets hurt he gets better fast. Some men from the tribe are mean to me when it is day and I am weak. They know better when it is night and go into their houses or go close to the fire.

The Heron men respect strength. Beast is strong.

Last night Beast walked into Heron camp.

A small woman from the tribe approached me. She said her name is Wispy Sapling.

She said, “Still waters run deep with you.”

Beast is confused by riddles and jokes. Jokes anger BEAST. 

I stood to full height and roared at Wispy Sapling. The warriors nearby stepped away. They know the rage of Beast.

She stared at Beast in my eyes.

” you still then you are and then you are an ocean current. I do not fear you. You are afraid of yourself”

I am confused. I am Beast. I do not flinch when I am struck. The words are calm. The words pierce like a spear. I do not know why.

It is day. I walk to the forest where I can rest.

Author: The Storyteller

Don't count the lions. It will make you afraid and slow you down.

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