Inferior souls ~Jack's Journal~ Ch.6-7

A strange aura filtered through the limbs of the trees. It was humbling yet eerie. Our deepest fears were now confirmed and we marched though the forest in search of the supernatural being. I stepped alongside Ralph; it appeared our differences were now evening as we had neglected the hate. They boys were rowdy and we hushed them together. I felt myself elevating towards a higher reign and the inferior ones disappearing as I went. The time in the virgin dirt was rather unproductive. We found nothing. One thing was certain; our hearts still clung to the vivid vision of the Beastie. I believe this is perhaps because we had nothing else to believe in. As we left, I lead. I lead them all down the windy road. My head was held high as I glimpsed upon the future. 

Ralph questioned himself. I could see it in the shadow of his eyes. I knew from the beginning he was not fit as the leader. He knew now to as he contracted himself from all dialogue. He just lost himself in the sea of vast proportion. He is evolving into everybody else. No more than a hunter that rejoices in blood. I was the one with braveness painted on my heart. Then, I saw it. Its bleeding eyes pierced me like a spear. It was a devilish shadow that cackled in he wind. I was deeply afraid, and I ran into the mouth of the night.