Just So You Know: There are many types of Bosherlings. Bear Bosherlings, Bird Bosherlings, many kinds. They're a species of Animal that is always either white or a whiteish gray color. Now, on with the chapter already!
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David walked into the Church and sat down on one of the seats but before he prayed he looked at all the different faces, he loved seeing all the people and trying to find someone he knew. Then he saw someone wearing a cloak with a hood that covered his face. David thought it strange that someone would be wearing a cloak on such a warm day. Then the cloaked figure placed his hands on the back of the seat in front of him so he could get a better look and the priests who were talking to each other and David saw a ring on the man's finger. He knew that ring.
"George!" David cried out.
George fell off his seat in surprise and everyone stared at David.
"Sorry." David said.
George then got up and ran over to David.
"What are you doing here George?" David asked and George covered David's mouth with his hand.
"Shhhh!!" George shushed him. "Do you want the whole Kingdom to hear you?!"
David shook his head and George let go, which was good 'cause David was starting to run out of air.
This time David whispered. "What are you doing here?"
George placed his hands on the back of the seat in front of him and was silent for a minute then he answered. "I'm...thinking about accepting God."
"That's great!" David shouted then George covered his mouth again.
"Don't do that!" George said. "I said I was thinking about it. Thinking, as in I'm not sure if I will or not. Got it?"
David nodded. George let go then David was finally able to breathe again.
"I just came here to check things out." George told him. "But this doesn't mean I am going to accept Him."
"You'd better decide soon." David told him. "You may put it off too long then it will be too late."
"Listen, when I was a kid there was something wrong with my leg and everybody said I was going to die. But, I'm still alive and kicking. I think that I can take care of myself and I have plenty of time to decide."
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David, Peter, Michael and George met Valerie again to continue their training. Valerie handed them each a sack with food in it and said, "Being a Knight is more then learning how to fight. You must also learn how to track and to survive without the comforts of home. All of you are to go into the woods, without your Horses, and you are to hunt a Stag. You are not to come home until you have done so."
"What if we catch a Doe?" Michael asked.
"Then you are to continue searching until you find a Stag." She told them.
"Ah, you've got something against Does, huh?" George said jokingly.
Valerie grabbed a sword and threw it to George, who caught it.
"Less talk and more hunting." She told them. "And the bigger the Stag is the better the reward."
The four young men quickly grabbed their weapons and ran off.
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They walked for what seemed like hours through the thick forest with only their sacks of food and their weapons. George sat down on a log and put his two swords down.
"Why am I even doing this?" He asked. "I don't hunt, I think everything deserves to live."
"Well, you can stay here and we can continue on." Michael said then he turned to Peter. "I know that you're not too crazy about hunting either so you stay with George."
Peter sat on the log next to George while David and Michael continued on. There wasn't much to do so George pulled some food out of his sack and started to eat. Peter stared at George as he ate with the worst table manners Peter had ever seen.
"What?" George asked, with his mouth full, when he saw the look on Peter's face.
"Nothing." Then Peter looked away. "Did you think about what I said?"
"Yeah." George said, putting his food down. "But I haven't made up my..." George stopped and listened. "Did you hear something?" He asked Peter.
Peter listened then shook his head. "No. Maybe it was a Squirrel or something."
"No, it was something bigger then that. And it's not in the trees, it's coming from over there behind those bushes."
"Wow, you sure have good hearing."
"Mom says it's cause I have bad eye sight. Weird, right?"
They started to chuckle then something white charged at them. Peter grabbed his staff and hit its head before it got to them and it pulled away and they looked at it. It was a giant white Snake with a head like a Frilled Lizard, large fangs and black eyes. It was a Bosherling Snake, it was also a very venomous and very hungry Snake.
The Snake charged at them again but Peter hit it with his staff again while George looked for a way that they could get away. He couldn't find one. George didn't want to kill this Snake so he grabbed a large branch and used it as a staff like Peter's. The Snake grabbed Peter's staff in it's mouth and quickly turned his head, causing Peter, who had still been holding the staff, to crash into a tree.
"Peter!" George shouted.
The Snake slithered toward George. The Snake grabbed George's staff and George, who didn't want to be thrown into a tree, let go and the Snake snapped the branch in its mouth as if it was a small twig. George looked around for something to use then he saw Peter's staff on the ground. George quickly ran for it. He jumped onto it, landing on his stomach and when he felt the staff in his hands he quickly rolled over onto his back and just then the Snake grabbed onto his leg and started to drag him. George screamed out in pain then hit the Snake on the head with the staff. The Snake didn't let go so George kept on hitting it until it finally let go. George tried to get up but couldn't because of his leg. George chuckled to himself.
"It always has to be my leg, doesn't it?"
George started to crawl away from the Snake toward a little stream. Earlier he saw a small opening in the ground. Maybe he could hide in there until it was gone. Luckily the stream was downward. George rolled to the bottom of the hill and splashed into the very shallow water then he quickly crawled into the small opening in the ground and waited for the Snake to go away. He instantly thought of Peter and hoped that the Snake wouldn't eat him. Then he did something he hadn't done for many years, he prayed.
"God, if you are real then please protect Pete. Please."
He was cut off by the sound of the Snake slithering toward him. He tried to go further into his little shelter then he saw the Snake slither away. George sighed in relief then crawled out. He lay on his back and started to laugh, happy that he was still alive.
"No Snake is going to eat me today." George chuckled to himself, then he felt a huge pain, so huge that he screamed then he went limp.
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