The morning light shone dimly but beautifully through the forest canopy. The air was filled with the sound of twittering birds and the rustling of leaves. Some short distance away was the gentle sound of the lake's water moving slightly in the wind. All was calm and relaxed.

In the forest stood an animal they had called teskur. The gnu-like creature was tall, possibly 5 feet at the shoulders. Its fur was a rich dark brown color. The creature was herbivorous and quite cowardly. It would've seemed quite harmless if it hadn't been for the large tusks that extended from the corners of its mouth. The tusks were longer than the teskur's own snout. It was a common prey animal for the carnivores of the forest, but the teskur certainly left many with large gashes and wounds.
It was the perfect honorable kill.

Not too far away were the crouched Saurians. One of them was called Sithalin, the chieftain of their tribe. One of his scaly hands gripped a short but thick spear, the other hand rested on the shoulder of the Saurian next to him. The Saurian was his son, Senith. Today was the day that his son would turn 10. The day he would finally age adulthood. His son anxiously gripped his spear tightly. It was a bit rough, but still an effective javelin. It had not taken Senith very long to make the spear. He had finished it before Sithalin had even started his. He destined to be a great hunter.

"Son," Sithalin hissed quietly.

"Y-Yes, father?" Senith worriedly replied.

"Now is your time. I guide you no more," Sithalin said, "This shall be your kill alone."

Sithalin lifted his spear and rested it on the ground infront of himself. He raised both hands and gently patted the area of chest over his heart, signifying peace.

"Go now," Sithalin commanded silently, "Prove the world you are not a hatchling."

Senith gulped and nodded. His grip on the spear did not loosen as he stepped forward. He kept crouched to the ground, afraid of alerting the teskur. He moved silently over the forest bed, never making a sound. When he was close enough to the Teskur he reversed the grip of his spear and held it up with one arm. His expression steeled and threw the spear with all his strength. The spear flew through the air, directly headed for the teskur's side. The teskur noticed the threat too late. The spear sank into its side, but the teskur did not fall.

Senith had wasted no time. He had watched the other hunters, and he knew what to do. He dashed throught the forest, no longer making an effort to hide his position. At the sight of him, The teskur let out a roar of protest. Sithalin tensed as the teskur turned towards Senith. It was not retreating, it was going to fight back.

Senith quickly diverted his direction slightly and flew past the teskur, ripping the spear out of its side as he did. The teskur let out another protest and turned around to face him again, huffing in rage. Senith raised the spear again but not to throw it. He cautiously approached the teskur, his spear extended towards it. It tossed its head and charged. Senith threw himself out of the way as he jabbed wildly with the spear.

It sank into the beast's neck. The teskur quickly slowed down and began breathing hoarsely. It finally collapsed on its side, its stomach heaving. Senith took a moment to recover before picking up his spear again. He stood over the creature, his spear raised above his head, and delivered the killing blow.

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That night, the village celebrated. The whole village had crowded around the giant campfire that marked the very center of the village. There was certainly much reason to rejoice. Not only had the chieftain's son become an adult, but it had been through the kill of a teskur. Very few Saurians were capable of defeating a teskur for their first kill. Everyone was allowed to eat a part of the teskur, and the hide was saved.

"You will use this, Senith," One of the huntresses explained, "When you make your hut. Teskur hide is tough, very tough. It will be a good hut."

Sithalin nodded approvingly. In time, Senith would find a wife, and then they would build the hut. The village would once again be expanded. A time he was eager to see happen.

Sithalin yawned wearily. He patted Senith's shoulder and stood. He made his way away from the campfire and back to his own hut. He lifted his hand to hold open the doorway's leaf curtain and stepped inside. It was a tiny, one room building made out of furs, leaves, and logs. It was larger than the other huts of the village, but it was otherwise identical to the rest. Sithalin quietly lay down in his corner and pulled a fur blanket over himself.

With that, he quietly dozed off to sleep as the rest of the village continued to eat and sing the night away.