The sky is a hellish red, the trees
burn with the smoldering flames. I stare into the mouth of evil and pick up my
sword. This fight has been a long time coming but none of us expected this.
I look to my right
and then to my left. Arlyn and Baroth try their best to keep on their feet.
Baroth is the strongest man I have ever seen, his axe was forged from the bones
of a thousand monsters and the metal for his chain mail was dug from the core
of the planet during one of his many adventures. He is a pillar of strength but
now he waivers. When the strongest man among us cannot endure what hope do the
rest of us have?
Arlyn, a
beautiful flower and a fierce warrior all in one. At the darkest times, it was
her smile and determination that kept me going. Woe be the enemy that survives
a shot from her arrow, because a much more painful death awaits all of those
who get close enough to feel the sting of her blade. That is how I would like
to remember her, if I survive this.
The giant
beast of ancient times rose from the ground, its sheer size split the earth and
its power ignited the trees. An army of trained men and women fell to its
awesome and terrible might. Now I stand on unsteady ground and fight to survive
with the only friends I have known.
Arlyn fires
a volley of arrows at the giant swaying eyes of the demon, blood dripped from
her arms and torso. It was hard seeing her that way. My brain keeps telling me
to protect her and the damage she has been dealt is a failure on my part. The
truth is, she is probably more qualified to protect me.
The arrows
soar through the air and whiz through the flaming trees. Scorching arrows
strike the eyes of the beast. The creature roars and Baroth charges forward
toward the gaping mouth of the creature. The mouth that has already consumed so
many souls before. Still he continues onward, no sign of fear to be seen. Sheer
determination moves him as the ground quakes under his feet.
Were are a
mere three warriors and still my companions fight on. They seem un-phased by
the impossible odds of survival. They fight because they have no other choice.
Arlyn ran out of arrows so she begins leaping through the burning forest as she
draws her daggers. I yell for her to stop, but my words are lost in the chaos
and noise.
The beast
howls in pain as Baroth strikes out with all of his might. The creature fights
back with the fury of a demigod and flames begin to rain down from the sky. The
giant claws of the beast slash Baroth. He staggers and falls. Tears in my eyes,
I charge forward. I can die like a coward or meet my end fighting with my
brethren.
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