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There are many things that are kept secret in this world. Oddities that, if brought to public, would cause a shift in the balance of humanity itself.
You see, dear reader, one can never be truly wise if one does not know how to ignore the presence of unexplainable scenarios. Except, there are those who think themselves extremely smart, special people who deserve to know the secrets of the universe. People who go out of their way to search for truth that must never be revealed. Things that would end up rewiring society’s fragile balance.
One such person now walks through these very woods, holding a camera in their hand, sneakily walking after someone else. They point their camera at them, muttering into the microphone of the camera, as if speaking to an audience that is nonexistent. For now.
“Here, we have the legendary hunter, Han Yoojin,” they whisper discreetly. “Who is said to be the only one to be capable of making contact with beasts that roam these very woods. The only one who has, time and time again, escaped the clutches of death unscathed.”
The view in the camera suddenly shifts upwards, a rustling noise in the trees startling the videographer. “What was that?” They whisper shakily. “What the fuck—“
The camera is blurry as the person behind it shifts the view again, this time focusing on Han Yoojin who is walking towards a clearing in the woods. “Definitely not creepy,” they murmur, voice caught on camera.
“Yoohyun-ah!” The man who stood in the middle called out. He was… average. For someone who is known to be a legendary hunter, Han Yoojin was not someone you would expect to be extraordinary. He looked like any other person on the street, a man you would pass by and think nothing of it. He was by all means, a normal person. What made him different to the others who painstakingly attempted to make contact with creatures they have always dreamed of meeting?
It’s quiet for a few seconds before more rustling came from the trees above. All of a sudden, a new figure stood in the middle, covered in feathers the colour of the pitch dark night sky. The figure is still for a moment before Yoojin is smiling, walking towards the figure, stopping right in front of it and spreading his arms as if asking for a hug.
There’s no way he’s surviving that, the person taping the scene thought, hands shaky and clammy as they finally realize who or what exactly stood in front of Han Yoojin. Feathers as dark as night, its tail ending in bright blue flames that flicker under the morning sky. Eyes deep as the ocean, narrowed into slits as they stare at Han Yoojin with an interest not that different from a predator staring at its prey.
The unholy offspring of an Aitvaras and an entirely different being. Anomaly number 13. A deity that used to be revered, now feared.
“… Oh my Mothman.”
All of a sudden it’s quiet, and the person videotaping the scene is suddenly aware that two pairs of eyes look towards their direction.
Shit.
They waste no time, turning and immediately booking it. They can hear voices in the background, the camera is shaking as they run away, catching glimpses of the two figures arguing in the back. Watching back to it, they realize that Han Yoojin may be attempting to keep the creature at bay, trying his hardest not to let a life be taken by the ever elusive monster.
They pray that he lives. If he doesn’t then, he is now an internet legend. Once the video was edited and posted, it spreads like wildfire, everyone in their community who wanted to know anything regarding the existence of such creatures suddenly locking in. At some point, a few days after the video was posted, it spread to the public. The reactions were more mixed. Some found it interesting, researching more regarding the whole existence of such creatures. Others thought nothing of it, a myth, they say. While some made videos attempting to do their best to “debunk” the video. It pissed them off.
They needed to make sure the world knew they existed.
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“You let them get away,” the creature notes after a few seconds of staring at each other. Its dark eyes bore into a shorter figure, a man wearing a simple white hoodie, t-shirt, and a hat. His face was covered by a mask. The shorter figure took it off after a few seconds, a sigh escaping his lips.
“Yoohyun-ah, what did I say about trying to kill other people?” He scolds, brows furrowing as he stares at Yoohyun with a look that offered something akin to a mother being disappointed in her child for not doing chores or listening.
Yoohyun had the presence of mind to look partially ashamed, lips thinned and eyes slightly downcast. He avoids Han Yoojin’s look.
“Not to do it just because they’re here or being annoying,” he mutters, kicking a pebble away. If there were anyone else here, they would not be able to say that Yoohyun was anything but adorable. His brother was adorable! He was an extremely endearing person of whom Yoojin raised with his own blood, sweat, and tears.
“So you do remember.” Yoojin sighs. “Okay then, that’s definitely progress. Did you do your homework?”
The creature, his brother, looks alarmed, pupils dilating instead of being slits. “Hyung, I got you gifts—“
“Stop changing the subject, Yoohyun-ie.”
“There’s this rock I think you’d like,” the younger notes, suddenly turning around and walking back into the woods as his older brother scolded him for trying to shy away from homework.
It would have been an extremely endearing scene. If not for the fact that Han Yoohyun was towering over Han Yoojin with feathers and sharp claws, an eldritch-like being that was capable of mass destruction. Except in the eyes of his brother, Han Yoohyun was nothing more than his child. A precious child that needed to be protected and treated gently.