Araluen

You wander back to your campsite, the sun is setting,& it's quite dark.You think of the legend the locals told you about earlier. The legend of Araluen. A powerful spirit that guards these bushlands. You laugh to yourself, and suddenly, the noisey insects fall quiet. The only sounds are the roar of the waves hitting the rocks below. You feel unease in the pitt of your gut. You feel a presence behind you and turn slowly, you come face to face with Araluen It seems a Djert has flown into my land