Saana´s First Hunt

Summary: This is just a short story in a fantasy world. NO SEX just a little fantasy that I might continue and expand if asked for. (A few good friends already asked lol)

Saana was comfortably sitting in the saddle mould of her Dampton Bull. She had found it when the now 32 foot bull was just a calf. It was hurt then after it had been attacked by a shark. She was the only girl in the village that had thought that he could survive. He became her only friend since she was an outsider in the village herself.

They were drifting in the swell of the Martsensea. While the sun stood high in the cloudless sky. They both were enjoying the warm sun rays on their skins. While they were drifting the 14 year old Saana also let her thoughts drift free. Absentmindedly she pulled a plankton bar out of her watertight supply bag. She started to nibble on it.

“Well if it goes on like now and the hunters won’t bring home any prey, we will have to butcher another Dampton. So that we get enough food to feed the village.” She took a bigger bite and grimaced in disgust. The bar felt like dry cardboard in her mouth. Drying it up immediately and seemed to swell in her mouth. And started to release the rancid fish and grease taste. Saana chewed the bite up and then flushed it down with a big gulp of water from her bottle.

“Plankton bars are better then starving but just by an hair.” She thought.

While this thought went through her head, the best thing she could think of happened! She saw the white fountain of a blow just about a mile away!

Immediately she took her binoculars out of her supply bag. And looked over to the area she had seen the blow. Her stomach grumbled deftly at her but the plankton bar lay forgotten in her hand. Depthstormer! The long veils on their fins gave them away.

Saana stopped and then collected and pulled on her fireforce. Fireforce was a seldom gift within the seapeople. Most had gifts for the water and air and some the spirit. In her village she was the only one with the fireforce. For her that was another reminder that she was an outsider. Like her black hair and the green eyes. She was a foundling. She had been a very little girl when the seapeople had found her in a drifting lifeboat. Since there was nobody else in their swimming village that was gifted with the fireforce she couldn’t get in mental contact with her people. So she did the one thing she could to attract the attention. She pulled her collected force up and shot a bright big green fireball into the sky. It stood brightly above her and would be visible for miles and keeping to burn for hours! All she could do now was to follow the group and to wait for the closest hunting party. She pressed her knees into the side of her Bull and steered him with soft pulls on the reins towards the group of Depthstormer.

She was following them for an hour already. Pulling her green fireball with her and still there was no hunting party approaching. When she saw the signs that the Depthstormer were getting ready to hunt in the depth of the ocean.

“Oh no! If they dive we won’t ever find them again!”

This thought circled in her head. Shaking her head she stopped to think, her stomach grumbled and she fixed a exceptional big cow in her gaze. Pressing her heels in her bulls sensitive gills she pulled on the reins, steering him toward the cow. Her bull speed up by strong fin strokes. The sea parted at his head and a mighty bow wave was pushed up.

The school of Depthstormers was still calmly swimming along its way. Closing in Saana did the breathshild spell. A shimmering red shield covered her face, and grabbing her bone spear tight Saana leaned fore to signal her bull to dive.

Her shield allowed her not only to breath below the water but also a clear sight. She could clearly see the white gut of her prey. Just before she passed below the cow she gave the left reign a sharp tuck and her bull made a hard bend to the left! Positioning them just below the cow and Saana pushed her spear up in the soft belly meat. The push almost ripped her spear from her hand that got numb on the shock. Quickly she dropped the reigns and her left hand grabbed the spear. Laboriously she held onto the spear and kept the small titanium blade aligned. She only had this one chance to cut the lower nerve cluster to keep the cow from diving. So she held onto her spear while the cow gave deep pulses of pain. A young Depthstormer bull was the first to react on the pulses. He dived and turned to get in a position to ram her Dampton bull. Saana saw his movement from the corner of her eyes and for a short moment she was in panic. Then she felt a new tuck on her spear and the red blood turned black. She had found her mark. The cows fin stopped moving and she was now drifting paralyzed in the swell.

With a abrupt twist her Dampton evaded the attack of the bull. The twist pulled the spear from Saanas hands and vanished in the depth of the ocean. Swearing Saana grabbed the reigns again and with her right hand she pulled her small iron boot knife. Not because she hoped that it would help her much against the bull but for the calming weight of the weapon in her hand. Again her Dampton had to evade the bull. That troubled Saana, normally the schools proceeded on when a hunt was successful. They didn´t attack the hunters. Saana only now remembered something she had heard in the pup. The hunters there had said that Deepthstormer stayed and defended their wounded. In a hunting party another member would have killed the cow by now.

Saana did what she had to now. She opened her saddle strap and with a soft pat she started to swim up. She saw how her Dampton avoided the next blow by the bull, then she surfaced and swam over to where the injured cow drifted. Climbing onto her back Saana crawled on all fours toward the cows blowhole. A short distance in front of it the cows brain sat. Protected by the thick tough skin that also deflected most magic! Since her knife was to short to go through the thick skull of the cow Saana didn´t even try to use it in this way. She forced it into the though skin above the skull and grabbed her magic. She collected it like when she set her signal ball but instead of firing it in the air she let it flow through the iron. Pushing as much of her energy into her spell she forced the burning ball deeper until it broke through the skull. The cow gave a last breath and then she was drifting silently and death in the waves.

When the pulses stopped the school gave a long deep bone vibrating pulse of sorrow of them and then continued on their way. Only the young bull stayed. He was just now catapulted out of the sea by her Dampton. Saana saw a big wound on the bulls head and that he was like the cow now drifting dead in the sea.

She gave a deep sigh it was over! And her village would have food! Exhausted she sat on her preys back. Releasing her breathing shield she took a deep breath of the fresh air. Sunrays were warming her and she closed her eyes to relax a moment and she fell asleep.

Loud cheers woke her some time later. Saana opened her eyes and saw that she was surrounded by two astonished hunting parties. The leaders looked at the small handle of her knife and then at her. They respectfully nodded to her and after Saana replied the nod they waved at their men. Soon the two preys were encased in tow harnesses and they were ready to go back to their floating village. Saana got back in her saddle and strapped herself in, Sorin the first hunter of her village steered his Dampton next to hers. Addressing her he said,

“Saana you will lead us home! The honor is yours because you are the huntress!” With a nod he let his Dampton fall back.

Proudly Saana straightened up. Finally she was accepted!

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