Short stories

It's the middle of the night, I am being hunted by Timburwolves. Timburwolves are giant wolves made of plants and trees. I was originally here on an expedition when IT happened. It was a giant being, made out of a type of black mist, its glowing white eyes lit up the path as it looked down upon me and me crew. Then, it swung at us, destroyed my transportation and threw some of my colleagues into the distance, all I could do was stand there in fear while my companions were either killed or trapped. Then the being lowered down and looked at me, as if inspecting me, then there was a slight chuckle from it. It then said to me,"Run, that is, if you want to live, SkyBolt." Then the Timburwolves came out of its black misty body.