He sailed into the darkness. They watched him go, mesmerised. The kraken was out there somewhere, waiting for him.
They didn’t expect him to come back alive.
Alexander straightened his bow. They’d insisted he take it, but he didn’t plan on using it. He knew something about the kraken that they didn’t.
These waters had been its hunting ground for over two years now. The first attack was only six months ago, and everyone in the village assumed that was when the creature had appeared, but Alexander knew better.
The attacks continued after that, always at night and always under a crescent moon. None of the survivors saw its full form. They described a fish-like creature with scales, something large and ferocious.
But Alexander had seen the kraken before.
He had seen its face.
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