The Annunaki War

David

Amaro lay flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling of the cold, damp, stark room. The thick chains that bound him had grown heavy, weighing down his very soul. Goliaths were not known to take prisoners, instead preferring to simply eradicate their opponents. Why was he still alive? Why were they keeping him down here? Considering he had killed at least a dozen goliaths using his fathers secret weapon, and that he had repelled their invasion, he had expected an instant death. No one else had been taken prisoner, and, based on the skeletons he shared the room with, it had been a while since they had taken any prisoners at all. Why had they spared him? Why was he still alive?

It was because of this abnormality, he reasoned, that no one had attempted a rescue effort. Surely he was presumed dead, or the tribe would've sent someone to find him. As he stared at yesterdays meal, still in the corner and attracting flies, he considered his fate, like so many times before. Ganesha had told him of his importance; that he, the giant slayer, would lead a grand army to victory on the other side of the world. He was to sire many children and establish a kingdom of justice and fairness that would last for generations. Instead, he had been taken prisoner and left for dead by his own people. If Ganesha could not foresee this, then perhaps he was not so omnipotent after all.

The most interesting part of the whole situation was the fact that Amaro had been generally well taken care of since the start of his incarceration. He was a chained prisoner, yes, but he had been well fed, clothed, allowed to build a fire on cold nights, even allowed leisure time on occassion. It was this leisure time that kept him sane after the days started running together. Still, after what seemed like many months, his sanity was nevertheless on the brink of leaving him. As he pondered simply letting himself starve, he heard a great commotion outside.

All the goliaths began shouting in giantish. Amaro saw them through the window, pointing and yelling, calling their brothers to arms. He didn't speak much giantish, but the little he had picked up during his time here told him that there was a surprise ambush, and the goliaths fought fervently to defend against it. Despite their immense size and greater numbers, their attacker, who appeared to be single individual, danced around the encampment, effortlessly engaging each goliath in unarmed combat, then just as effortlessly felling them and moving on. At first, Amaro thought it must've been another giant, so tall was the attacker. As the fighting continued, and the attacker drew closer, his physical features became more apparent. The four arms and blue skin were a dead giveaway. Ganesha had returned to rescue him! Relieved, Amaro simply watched the rest of the combat in awe; how elegantly Ganesha moved from giant to giant, his four arms capable of fighting multiple enemies at once, or concentrating on a single foe with all his might. The brutality of his double uppercuts , or his devastating, lightning quick follow-ups made Amaro cringe as he thought about the pain that would be inflicted. And then, just when he thought he had seen it all, Ganesha snatched a goliath-staff from a a weapon rack he was near, never skipping a beat of combat as his lower left arm acquired the staff. What happened next happened too quickly for David to follow. All he saw was a blue blur, jumping around the battlefield, felling multiple enemies at once with masterful staffwork.

Before he had registered that the fight was over, Ganesha was in front of him, unlocking the chain that bound him to this place. While undoubtedly grateful, Amaro noticed some key features of this being, mainly nose shape and eye color, that were different. Could this be someone other than Ganesha? One of the fabled "other gods" that Ganesha had spoken so candidly of? He knew they existed, but never imagined he'd ever actually meet one. He wrestled with his emotions, veering between gratefulness and weariness. Once again, he was caught in a situation he couldn't have anticipated.

"How are your legs? Can you run?" The mysterious god asked him.

"Yes, father. I'm fine. Thank you for saving me."

"Thank me later," he responded. "We've got to go. Now."

"Where are we going, father?"

The god let a slight smile crack his face as his ship landed, waiting for them to board. "The promised land."