Crack..
Crack..
Crack..
Trees fall victim to the humongous creature that lies in front of your very eyes. You can see those twelve yellow reptilian-like eyes staring down right at you with the intent to kill. This thing is big, but not the biggest thing you've seen thus far. Still, its gaze and size are enough to sent shivers down your spine...after all this is where your training starts, right?
You don't know how to use a sword, all you know is that way of the plant and the way of death. You've been relying on your powers for as long as you can remember..
Amelia looks up to its twelve yellow glowing eyes and wonders to herself, "How am I supposed to fight this? I need to transform.."
Velvet aura rushes throughout her body as she charges up and gets ready to transform into the form she used to kill Diell, but she get interrupted by Pholys who simply bonks her head with its fist.
"Ow!", Amelia says as she pats her head. Amelia would look at Pholys and ask, "Hey, what was that for?!"
Pholys replies, "Thy power is not needed. Use the weapon I have bestown upon thee. This training thou shall undergo will be one to stop thy habit of relying on godly strength. Use thy own."
"Huh? But I don't know how to use a sword!", Amelia exclaims with a slight hint of fear.
"Then learn.", Pholys replies only to walk back towards the group and before it stops it says, "Try not to die."
Amelia doesn't respond and simply grips the handle of the blade tighter. Her knees bend as she prepares to sprint forward.
"Are you serious? This is what I have to fight? This is the chosen one? PATHETIC! YOU'RE PATHETICALLY SMALL!!"
The giant creature Scylla would slam down its right fist aiming it towards Amelia and the group, but Amelia grits her teeth and hopes for the best.
She leaps up and starts running on the side of giant fist at very impressive speeds.
Scylla notices the little rat who's moving extremely fast up her body, and slams her other hand down onto its wrist wear Amelia was now running.
Amelia bends lower as she runs, super jumps in between Scylla's Index and Middle finger right before it crushes her ,and lands on top of Scylla's other hand.
Amelia looks like she's doing well, but deep down well...
Amelia's pov:
OH MY GODS I ALMOST GOT CRUSHED!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I MANAGED TO DODGE THAT!
HOW DID I EVEN DODGE THAT?!
OH MY GODS!! I NEED MY POWERS!!
AHEM!
calm down Amelia, you got this. You may be sweating a lot, but that's because you're running and not because you're scared! No no no..of course not.
Anyways, how do I use this sword? How do I attack a thing this big with a weapon this small? and where can I attack?
There's gotta be some sort of weakness. I have to figure it out, and soon.
Third person pov:
Amelia continues running sprinting and already reaches Scylla's left forearm.
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Woe of the chosen
FantasyWoe of the chosen is an original story based greek mythology. It follows the journey of a young boy that goes by the name of Pluto whose memories have been scattered as small fragments throughout his mind. Unfortunately for the boy, his fate had alr...
