The World of Myth Magazine

Dawa staggered to a tree, crushing plants along the way, and urinated on it. At the campsite, he tried to start a fire, but fumbled matches repeatedly.

Tenzin sighed. “You’re drunk.”

After more unsuccessful attempts, Dawa flushed, grabbed his machete, and swung it wildly at plants and bushes, damaging them.

An ominous rumbling sounded.

“Stop.” Tenzin glanced around nervously. “People say the nyen get angry when their territory is disturbed.”

“Rubbish.” Dawa started chopping trees, and the rumbling intensified.

Tenzin fled when dark shapes oozed from the ground, undulating back and forth.

Dawa gaped, shrieking when they shot toward him.

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