Fool of Knight 1: Strength

Chapter 9

Tall, pale, leathery legs stretched up to its long body nearly 70 feet in the air. The girth of its 10-foot-long body managed to overcast the dark red sky as it stepped over us, shaking the ground with each step. Its deep red eyes bulged, scanning the area tirelessly. A massive horn protruded from the top and bottom of both its ears that loosely hung from its head. One long trunk stretched to the ground, extending twice the length of the two smaller trunks that sat on either side.

The rain poured heavier as a loud screech sounded. It slowly passed by.

"It ignored us?!"

"Look at me!" Zelle squeezed harder, shifting the vertebrae in my neck upward.

One of the shorter trunks slithered through the air, making its way down to us before spitting out a 13-inch- -barb and slicing through Zelle.

Her arm hung from my throat as she gasped, coughing blood on my face.

"Zelle!" Her hand stiffened, relentlessly continuing to squeeze my throat.

A blurred line horizontally split my vision and slowly dragged to the bottom half of my sight as her torso was scooped up by the beast.

"I... got hit too?" My ears rang as the top of my head slid.

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Gasping for air, I woke up in the same position, my vision pulsating with my heartbeat. The heavy rain became unbearably loud, leaving deep indentions in the clay.

Zelle's arm still hung, gripping my throat. Wedging my hands under hers, I pulled it open.

A thick flurry of bone and muscle exploded from Zelle's lower half, returning her to normal.

"What's happening?!" My breath refused to steady.

Zelle hunched over, placing her hands on her knees to stop herself as she gasped for air.

"Are you okay," I asked, talking through the rain that flooded my mouth.

She pointed to an object on the ground, still struggling to breathe.

The upper half of my head lay in the clay beside us, topped with course black hair.

"What is that," I yelled. A bold black script vertically lined the left side, drawing my interest.

The longest trunk wrapped around me and Zelle, tightly pinning me to her stomach as it raised us. Zelle's cold skin only amplified the chills down my spine.

Its massive, deeply sunken red eyes lifelessly fixed onto us with its dark pupils. Opening its mouth, it screeched again revealing its two rows of large flat teeth that were almost one foot apart from each other.

"Are we about to die," I thought as we were flung into its mouth.

Zelle futilely attempted to yell over its screech.

"What?!"

Balling both of her hands, she turned them to make me parallel with her pinky's, then extended her fingers flat. "Together," she slowly mouthed, continuing the motion.

In a slow crunch, I felt myself break between both its blunt rows of teeth, losing consciousness.

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I woke again, sitting in the bloody remnants of my halved skull. "Am I going crazy?!" My body felt raw, and the raindrops got colder.

The clay below began to sink like quicksand.

"Was that real?!"

Zelle's left arm sprouted her body in another explosion of bone and muscle.