I dug up one of my old stories that I have written as I don't have any motivation left.
The Demon: The house was silent, devoid, as I climbed in through an open window. I jumped down as quiet as a mouse. Pitter patter went my steps as I tiptoed down the hallway into the Lady’s room. She was sleeping soundly. I scuttled to the draw where the jewelery was, and started filling my bags with all the diamond, gold, rubies, and pretty trinkets that could fetch a high price at the markets. As I was climbing out of the window I felt a tug on my shirt, and a voice. A voice that belonged to no other than the Lord. He roared at me to bring him the ring of a demon and he would let me free. If I failed to do so than I would be thrown in the dungeons. My every step was watched by the Lord's servants as I crept quietly through the trees, closely observing my target which was positioned to my right. It was watching, waiting, for someone or something to appear. I stood in the shadows terrified that the creature would spot me. Then I heard a noise, a noise that sends goosebumps up your skin. The sound of howling. It came from behind me. I spun around so quickly I was dizzy. When I cleared my head, I saw a hooded figure, a creature from the forgotten realms. It had twisted legs, beady eyes, and a merciless expression. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My legs were jelly, they refused to move. The figure came closer. I had never been this scared in my entire life! It was close enough that I could smell its rotten breath. It seized me. In an instant I let myself go limp; it fell for it. I scrambled up and ran so fast that the world blurred. With my heart pounding in my head, I skidded to a stop. ‘How?’ I speculated, ‘How did a creature from the forgotten realms get into these woods?’ As I mused over these thoughts, I wondered about how and where I would get the head of a demon. Then I had another idea, the Tiger Wood. A forest near where I used to dwell. The sun had reached its peak when I hitched a ride with an old acquaintance travelling to a place nearby Tiger Wood. ‘Click, Clack’ went the horse’s hooves, on the rocky pavement. As the sun dipped below the horizon turning the sky into a kaleidoscope of colours, we arrived at the forest. I thanked my acquaintance for their generosity. I waited for the cover of darkness to fall before I set out into the woods. Thankfully the first demon I spotted was asleep, I crept up to it and carefully slid the ring off its hand. I slipped it into my bag and slowly walked away. When the sky brightened, I returned to the Lord’s house and presented the ring to him I was free.
