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[h2][color=fff79a]Lantern Year 1: The First Story[/color][/h2][/center]

The monster stalked toward its prey, fearless of the cowering creatures before it. Its maw and claws were already bloody from the others like them that it had slain, though it was still hungry. It would kill these last morsels, and haul the lot of them back to its den before it could feast. Though it was mighty, there would soon be others drawn by the bloodscent, and it did not wish to be forced to fend them off.

In the lantern light, the monster became visible. A great, white lion, its soft fur streaked with human blood. Its shimmering mane glimmered in the low light, and its eyes seemed to glow red in the darkness. Sharp teeth jutted from its maw at odd angles, and rather than front paws it seemed to possess a pair of clawed human hands. It prowled forward, toward the small group of humans, utterly unafraid.

Perhaps through some unseen instinct, perhaps at complete random, it struck at the fittest among them; the muscular, bearded man. Only able to barely evade the lion's blindingly-fast claws, the man's loincloth was torn, and shallow marks scratched across his chest. Even so, the man was still standing, and was ready to retaliate against his predator. As were all of his fellows, each armed with a shard of stone that they clutched in their desperate desire to survive.

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