þ𝖗ī𝖙𝖎ġ-𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖝 (𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝖘𝖎𝖝)

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What is that smell? It smells like a hundred thousand eggs rotting together. My ears stiffen. There was a massive footprint. I yelp. Garret runs his stick under it. What kind of creature has feet as big as this? Aden cries out.

"What? What's an ogre?" I ask him.

"Ogre?!" Devon and Cornwall yell.

"Oh, just a giant. He's coming from that way." Garret points.

"Well see you. Have a nice life, whatever will be left of it." Cornwall says.

"What's so scary about Ogres?" I ask.

A giant skeleton land around us. Trapping us. Caging us. I almost scream. Garret grabs me and puts his hand over my mouth. No... calm down. Calm down.

"Their appetite." Devon whispers.

What is this thing? I look around frantically. Yep. Ogres are terrifying. Garret wraps his arms around me. I look at him in surprise. But... I feel a little calmer. His hands are so smooth. His breath is the sound of calm waves. Then Aden cries out.

"What? Get out of the way?" I ask.

Then I see a figure. Huge. Made of stone. Has moss covering it's back. I almost want to scream. Garret pushes me out of the way. I watch him jump out of the way. Devon almost screams. Cornwall grabs his nose. I see something fall from the ogre. A thing made of leather. I take it.

"Excalibur's what?" I ask Aden.

"He has the sword." Garret says.

"That thing needs a sword?" I raise an eyebrow.

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