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i'm taken by distraughting fear, but if this is fear why does it feel so good???? i tripped, landed face first into the brush, my nose is bleeding, but never have i felt so alive...am i going insane???? i get up and trop over the lands like theres no tomorrow, and i was almost right.... i hit the corner of a mountain, at this time??? No! but theres a cave, yeah i can hide there i think.....i step into the dark, as my eyes adjust to the light sources i pic out two dim flashes deeper in, two deep flashes? Eyes! i suddenly realize my predicament, i am trapped. it was all a trap!!!
they gave me this spear, for the gods sake, i've never even killed one of da's chickens 'fore. as i try to gain a grip on the weapon, a large green skinned creature bursts its way into the clearing, and another from the cave, they tricked me, but they look so stupid. a slash to the back, another to the arm and legs.....i feel faint, cold. cold, cold, cold...... without the thought my hands seem to take over, and me being scared as i was didnt argue. a backhand to the creatures foul mouth and teeth fly, another slash to my leg, but it doesnt hurt now, just cold, everythings cold and forgiving. another thrust and a green liquid spurts from the hole in the creatures chest, it covers me in globs, and for a moment warms my skins, it hisses on my flesh but i am cold again.and all i can think of is death.....
the creature falls to my feet, a sickening thud as bones crunch under its dead weight. but that does not concern me, i phase it out as another unwanted forest noise. i turn on the remaining creature, its eyes wide in fury and maw drooling, that fowl stench.... it swings it battered rusty sword, i cant get away, another cut on my arm, more coldness....but i continue on. i manage to thrust the spear, even though its a dead weight.. i have little time, much more of this an i will be as dead as the other brute, and truely cold.
i duck under another untrained swing and return with a thrust of my
own, another, another and another, my hands work on their own,
weaving and dancing like puppets, i cant see anything, only a blur to
the reality of it all, only cold....but when things clear, a mangled
mass of flesh lay at my feet. the creature dead, and cold, and me
warming up to the wounds which cover me....i'm going to die this day,
i am sure of it...yet....black...all black...and when i awaken i'm
surrounded by people...people of the land, people of the forest, they
say their storm weavers, children of marawen, marawen of nature, the
goddess of which i love and worship...my people....
