The dragon had dropped me in a ditch. Literally.
My legs were broken. I knew that because I couldn't stand up. I could only lay there, letting the cold rain fall on me. I spat the wet hair out of my mouth. How long had I been lying there? I was just waiting for someone to save me.... No. I was not a dansel in distress. I gripped onto my battle axe next to me, and then I heard a loud... stomping noise. I looked up, and a huge giant stood over me. I sighed. When was I ever gonna get a break?
The big stupid fumble of a being had a club in it's hand, ready to bash my head in.
"What... do you want?"I asked, annoyed.
"Eat you."The giant gave me a big grin.
"No, you won't be eating me."I took the hell-fire canteen that was in my pocket, chugging it. I stood up, my legs felt wobbly, but I could fight. The giant struck with his club, I dove out of the way. It bellowed, picking up the club and swinging it again. This time it hit me in the arm with enough force to knock me into a tree.
"Ugh..."I groaned, my vision blurred from the pain. "My turn."I mumured to myself, raising my battle axe and running at the beast. It tried to hit me with it's club multiple times, in which I barely moved out of the way. I slashed one of the giant's arms off, it yelled, swinging the club and hitting me in the gut. I wheezed, the air was knocked out of me. The giant ran at me with, grabbing my axe and tossing it behind me. And then... my axe turned into a backpack. Yes. A backpack. JUST LIKE I WANTED!
I smirked, taking the backpack off and throwing it into the air, it turned back into my axe. I slashed the monster's face. It bellowed with rage, smacking me so hard in the arm that I thought it was broken. How was I gonna raise my axe now?
The giant swung its club, knocking me over the head. I cursed under my breath, trying to focus my vision. The giant stomped towards me, I rolled out of the way just barely. Blood came out of one of my nostrils. I wiped my nose, trying to grab my axe. The giant struck my hand with its club, I yelled in pain.
I had no weapons that I could carry. My wrist was probably broken. The giant raised its club, about to kill me with a final blow. I felt a surge of strength, I barely lifted up my axe, and threw it at the giant's face. The giant turned to ash before my eyes.
I searched for another drop of hell-fire anywhere on me, nope. I had absouletely none. I groaned, spitting ash out of my mouth.
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The Children of Death:Book Three, Lilith's Request
AdventureAella just can't get a break. Erik loses his memory and now she has to do an errand for her mother. Of course, in exchange for Erik's memory. Erik can't remember a thing. He barely just learned his name three days ago, AND that he's this demi-demon...
