User blog:UnfortunateSon/Nuckelavee

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'This story takes place during the first World War, within the trenches of the Somme. The Nuckelavee is a creature originating from Orcadian mythology. Orkney is the isles north of Scotland. The picture above inspired me to write this. This is all the information you need for now.'

This is the journal of Private William Rainier of the Royal Artillery Company H. It was recovered after the Battle of the Somme, and Rainier, along with the rest of his unit have never been found, alive or dead. This is what was written in the journal.

July 9, 1916
I wish I hadn't been drafted. I was just recently sent to these trenches - training wasn't much of a help. All we've been doing for the days we've been here is sit in our trenches (which is basically code for wallowing in our filth) while disease picks us off. Rumors are that we might charge against the Germans - but that'll be even worse than things are now. The thought of charging into enemy fire, clinging to your Lee-Enfield rifle in hopes you won't die. Sometimes we hear about someone getting shot by a German while firing fruitlessly at them. The whole thing is miserable - and all I want is to be free from this madness.

July 12, 1916
Things are quite worse. We haven't performed the mythical "trench charge" - no, instead all we've done is dug more. I try to make the best of it. I pretend the rations I'm eating is really a gourmet meal, being served to me, after I finish my appetizer of biscuits. In reality - the beef in there is more akin to shoe leather, and the biscuits are more dry than the deserts poor soldiers sent to deal with the Ottomans are fighting in. The worst thing of all however - is what some of the more northern soldiers discuss. One, Anderson, which is what I recall his name as being keeps bringing up a creature called the "Nuckelavee." He brought it up for one reason, and that reason was a missing squadmate. Here's what Anderson told us: he patrolling the trenches for the enemy with another soldier, Smith. It was night, and all he had at his side besides his rifle was a torch he was using to navigate. That's when he saw it - a tall, looming figure, not unlike a centaur, staring at them. A skinless centaur, that was. Anderson and Smith ran for it - but then something happened. Smith tripped over his own foot, and fell over. Anderson did his best to save him, but the creature grabbed him and... consumed him. God help us all.

July 14, 1916
TO BE CONTINUED.