The night was as black as ink and a deathly silence hung in the damp air. The ancient trees towered over the jade green dragon padding through the forest.
Shriken was sure that there was no such thing as a Shadow Stalker. It was only a stupid legend that was told to young dragonets to stop them from entering the Forest of Doom. His friends had just been trying to scare him.
He walked on, not caring if he snapped twigs or brushed the leaves with his tail. All he had to do was bring back an emerald from the cave in the middle of the forest. He’d show his friends that there was no such thing as a Shadow Stalker and that this was just a normal forest with no ancient dragon killers.
Suddenly a branch snapped from a few meters behind him. Shriken whirled around, his heart clenched within his chest. There was nothing there. Slowly, he crept back the way he came, searching for the fallen branch. It lay a few paw steps from him and was lying half hidden by a bush. Pushing aside the leaves, Shriken eyed the bough. His breath caught in his throat when he saw it. It had long lacerations along its length and the end where it had been attached to the tree was cut clean.
Shriken’s heart started to pound and could feel himself shaking with fear. He was starting to feel like winning the bet wasn’t such a big deal anymore and the urge to get out of the forest was growing stronger by the second. Turning, he hastily started heading back the way he came. Avoiding loose rocks and hanging tree limbs. he hurried through the forest. His pace quickened and soon he was galloping.
‘Get out. Get out.’ Was the only thought going through his head.
Then out of the depths of the jungle behind him came a sound that turned his blood to ice; loud panting and the thud of heavy paws.
Tears streaming from his eyes, Shriken tore through the undergrowth. Vines and thorny branches whipped across his eyes and snout, almost blinding him. Hidden stumps threatened to trip him with every step he took, but still he ran. All he wanted was to get away from those awful sounds.
A thundering roar echoed through the forest, but this time it wasn’t behind him. It came from up a head. He skidded to a grinding halt and looked around wildly. There was nowhere to turn. The roar seemed to be coming from everywhere now. Shriken screamed for help, but there was no answer. A rasping sob escaped his chest as he curled up in a ball not knowing what to do. He was lost.
Trembling, he realized that the roars had stopped. The jungle had fallen into silence again. The only sound was the drum of his heart and his heavy gasps. Where was it? It had to be out there still. He backed further into the clump of bushes he was curled in. He knew it was out there, watching him with hungry eyes as if it enjoyed his fear.
The was a rapid sequence of clicks above him and a thump as something dropped to the ground next to him. Shriken held his breath. A pair of taloned feet appeared in front of him, a single sickle claw on each foot. There was another succession of clicks and snaps followed by a low growl of satisfaction. To Shriken’s horror, the leaves above him parted and two glowing red eyes shone down on him. He screamed and the creature hissed with pleasure.
"Beware the Shadow Stalker," it snarled in a voice that curdled Shriken's blood. Then with one lightning strike it was all over and the world went black.
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Night of the Black Moon
*squints at title*
*turns to work*
*shrugs*
Well, I've never cared much about titles relating to works anyway so
Introduction
Horror is a difficult genre to pull off well, at least for me. It falls into the same pit traps as comedy does, because people have different levels of being scared, just as people have different levels of humor--except, it's usually a wildly different experience for everybody. For example, most people are scared of Stephen King books, but personally, I don't find the excessive language and imagery frightening. Some people aren't afraid of horror movies, whereas I'm sticking knives in my eyes and cotton in my ears because I do not handle jumpscares well.
This is why it's difficult for any reviewer to lay down the common principles of horror, or what makes a good horror story. Personally, I think it's not the monster that scares people, but the shadow of the monster. It's the idea behind a sickening beast, the subconscious fear planted by years of running around in the dark woods hiding from beasts larger than us. It's the internal conflict faced by normal human beings, put into a physical form (see: every single Silent Hill monster).
Which is why, to me, stories like these feel a bit shallow. Because they're basing their spooooookky factor based entirely off the look of a creature, how it moves, how it sounds, how it is, instead of basing it off of a reputation or something the reader might be familiar with. It doesn't have to be a physical representation of repressed memories to be scary, mind you. But there has to be an air of mystery to the beast, a question mark that the reader may or may not want answered.
Which brings me to,
The Beginning
On an entirely unrelated note, I feel like at this point describing colors with gems is a bit of a cliche. Not necessarily bad, mind you, just something I've found is way too common nowadays, and has no real deeper intention other than to look cool. It doesn't foreshadow what the character might be like, it isn't a common motif in the story, it's really just there as a crutch. I'm not saying "Stop That This Instance", I'm just saying maybe think about it later if you have to use it.
Onto the beginning: I like how you start out with the environment, as that's generally a good idea. It sets up the mood, and therefore the entire story, which is a good idea. Though I will say it doesn't exactly mention the main conflict, which is a problem, but not necessarily a big one. I would've liked it better if you made it clearer that the dragon is scared, or have him cowering under the ancient trees--basically, throw in a scared verb there, it'll work itself out.
The Protagonist
One of the main reasons why I think this doesn't entirely work is because a) it follows certain tired horror tropes without adding anything to it, ie THE DARE, and b) you really have no reason to root for the main character. See, that's the problem with most stories; they forget that the reader doesn't automatically know how to feel about a main character. Now this isn't as big of a problem, as long as the monster is a more powerful piece and compensates for the lacking protagonist, but I'm going to talk about that later. As it stands, the reader has no reason to root for the protagonist. We don't want to see him get out alive, there's not enough satisfaction out of that. After all, he just took a dare, that's stupid enough as it is--what reason are you giving us to root for somebody whose stupid enough to take a dare like this, especially in the horror genre?
That doesn't mean the main character must have redeeming qualities. More likely, it means he has to have entertaining qualities, something for the reader to chew on. If he makes snappy and witty remarks, does clever things to avoid the monster instead of immediately getting killed, if he's an active part of the story, the readers want to see him succeed because he's worked so hard--which is why it'd be more impactful when he doesn't succeed. Right now, he's a passive character, and there's no other element to compensate for his passiveness. He goes into the woods because his friends dared him to, he gets himself killed. He's not really made responsible by the story for anything, he isn't a critical part of it, which is a great weakness in a protagonist.
But it's not nearly as weak as,
The Monster
Let's bring back what I talked about in the beginning. You know, about how it isn't the monster that's scary, it's the shadow of the monster? I'm not talking literally here. I'm not talking "Oh, you shouldn't talk about the monster until the end, otherwise he won't be scary." No, really, it's the exact opposite. I want you to talk more about why the reader should be afraid of the monster, but never really answer what it is . I would've liked to hear more about what this 'Dragon Slayer' has done to deserve his reputation. Left a bunch of dragon bones? Mentally scarred surviving dragons? The usual "If You Go In You Never Come Out" drabble? Anything to suggest that this entity is threatening, but nothing to state what the entity is clearly. Some exaggerated physical descriptions are allowed, but you can't have anything clear cut. See, the point of this is to give the readers a bunch of question marks that makes the reader both want to answer the question, yet simultaneously not to answer the question because they're afraid of what the answer is.
And that's the problem with the Shadow Stalker. There's not much detailing why the reader should be afraid of him, other than, "Oh, he's a Dragon Slayer." So? Why should we be afraid of that? What does he do to dragons that's so scary? You can't just give us "Oh, he's a Dragon Slayer" and expect us to immediately be afraid, especially if we aren't sure if we like the main character. You need to give us more question marks, a longer shadow to stare at. The physical description in the end is pretty cool and nice, but it feels hollow without the reputation behind it.
And I think that's generally all I have for this story. It's an interesting Halloween choice, but I think it could be better executed.
Humbly,
--Elliot.
Wow. This was very detailed and interesting to read. I was on the edge of my seat I guess you could say. I really wanted to know what was going to happen! This was a great short story and told a good lesson. I loved it when you said, "...came a sound that turned his blood to ice..." That was one example of how well you worded things. I did see in the second to last paragraph, it said, "The was a rapid sequence of clicks above him..." I think you meant There instead of The. Other than that I didn't see any mistakes, and I'm glad I read this. Just from reading this I can see that you have a great style of writing. Great job and keep writing!