I woke up the next day, feeling refreshed after a restful night's sleep. I took a moment to survey the cave and felt a sense of satisfaction at the progress I had made in making it more comfortable. The stone tools I had crafted the previous day were neatly arranged in a corner, ready for use.
With a newfound determination, I decided to venture outside once again, this time in search of food. I walked further away from the cave and soon stumbled upon a field of tall grass with distinctive upright tillers. The leaves were rolled in a specific pattern, and I observed that the upper side of the leaf blades was smooth near the base but rough near the tip. The lower side, on the other hand, was completely smooth.
"Is that a wheat field? Guess my food problem is somewhat solved for now," I remarked to myself, realizing that I had come across a valuable resource. I wasted no time and began gathering as much wheat as I could carry, grateful for the unexpected bonus.
With my hands full of wheat, I made my way back to the cave and carefully placed everything in a designated corner. Then, I grabbed a few rocks and a sturdy stick, intending to fashion some tools.
I started by shaping one of the rocks, striking it against another rock to create a sharp tip, resembling an arrowhead. It required patience and effort, but I was determined to achieve the desired shape.
Content with my progress, I continued to work on various tools. As I focused on my crafting, I happened to glance up and caught sight of a man with dark hair and striking green eyes. He appeared to be dressed in modern clothes, and curiosity flickered within me. However, I pretended not to have seen him and continued with my task. After a while, he vanished from my line of sight, leaving me to wonder about his identity.
"I'm glad I made that third wish. I really don't like being spied on," I thought to myself, a hint of suspicion coloring my thoughts. Putting that aside, I focused on my crafting once more, determined to make the cave a more comfortable place to live.
By the time nightfall descended upon the land, I had finished creating all the tools I needed to improve my living space. With satisfaction, I surveyed my handiwork and acknowledged the progress I had made.
"It's nighttime, which means most Titans are asleep and low on energy. I should probably go hunting," I mused aloud, considering the need for sustenance. Gathering my newly crafted arrows, I prepared to embark on the hunt. Unfortunately, I lacked a bow, as I had been unable to acquire the necessary materials to make one.
Undeterred, I set forth, utilizing my airbending abilities to launch myself high into the air. With the aid of air, I maneuvered closer to a tree, using it as a vantage point to survey the area. The elevated position provided a clearer view, as there were fewer obstacles obstructing my line of sight.
Using airbending to "air hop," I leaped from tree to tree, gracefully traversing the landscape. It didn't take long before my keen eyes caught sight of a deer grazing in the distance. I knew that they had excellent vision, capable of spotting a threat from as close as 20 feet away, and their acute hearing could detect sounds up to 900 to 1,200 feet away. Taking this into account, I maintained a safe distance of around 300 feet, equivalent to the size of a football stadium.
Silently, I conjured an air bow, aligning my arrow with an imaginary string. Taking a deep breath, I held it, infusing the arrow with air. In my mind's eye, I visualized myself as the deer, as
well as the entire world around us. With focused precision, I released the arrow, its flight accompanied by a small sonic boom.
The arrow struck the deer with deadly accuracy, obliterating its head upon impact. I exhaled, satisfied with the outcome of my experimentation. However, an unsettling feeling crept over me once again, as if someone was watching me.
Descending from the tree, I swiftly made my way to the deer's lifeless body. With strength and agility, I hoisted the carcass onto my shoulder and began the journey back "home," referring to the cave as such.
Upon arriving at the cave, I carefully placed the deer on the ground. Retrieving my stone knife, I concentrated the air around the blade, creating a thin protective layer and enhancing its sharpness. With precise movements, I skillfully gutted the deer, removing any unwanted parts.
After approximately 30 minutes, I successfully completed the process of gutting and skinning the deer. Assessing the situation, I contemplated two possible ways to utilize the deer's hide. I opted for the "letting-out technique," slicing the skin into diagonal strips that would later be sewn together to form a longer, narrower strip running the full length of the coat I intended to make.
Setting up a fire, I hung the deer over it, rotating it slowly to ensure the meat cooked evenly. Four hours later, the food was ready, its tantalizing aroma filling the cave. However, my work with the deer fur was not yet finished. Anticipating the arrival of snow, I wanted to be prepared.
Realizing that I emitted a strong odor after a day of hunting and crafting, I held my nose and quickly devoured the roasted deer meat. With a sense of urgency, I sprinted to the nearby river I had discovered earlier. Stripping off my clothes, I left them on the riverbank and plunged into the water, vigorously swimming and scrubbing myself as best as I could without the aid of soap. Emerging from the river, I swiftly dried my clothes using my air manipulation abilities, grateful for the convenience it provided.
Feeling refreshed and cleaner, I returned to the cave, ready to settle down for the night. As I lay on the rock bed I had crafted, a sense of anticipation welled up within me. I looked forward to what the next day would bring, hoping it would surpass the achievements and discoveries of the previous day.
A/N should I turn the novel that I'm writing into a fanfic because it was supposed to be one in the first place .also 800 words