The Supposed Hero

Chapter 3: The Monster

I breathed in, 'he was gone I could relax' I convinced myself, but I knew the elvish figure would be back, possibly with more people accompanying him. My arms and legs loosened, my face relaxed and I steadied my breathing. I walked along the mountain path, putting myself to ease. I forced a smile, almost as though I was trying to appease an imaginary audience. Along the mountain path I could see beautiful buildings with advanced, complicated architecture (My mum loves architecture and so do I). Golden arches grazed the sky as the skyscrapers reached for the beautiful, red skyline. Busy elves marched like ants, small buildings looking up, hoping to be tall and the palace (holding the council of the seven). Looking at the beauty of the city sent a rush of peace and tranquillity over me like a wave of sunshine. I looked up, seeing the clear sky smiling upon me only heightened my spirits.

I walked back home grinning, happy because of my own peace, I felt like myself, like I was happy for the very first time. I looked back, seeing a sliver of shadow slip away from the blinding sunlight. I started to get suspicious so I leaned over to the small bush that happened to be closest to the shadow only to see the floor staring back at me. I walked back to my house except midway through my stride I heard a gruff voice screaming,

'NOW!'

I turned around to see 5 people armed with spears, weighted fishnets and swords [along with other weapons]. One threw his twine net at me but I swiftly shredded it with my impossibly sharp claws.

The next time I wasn't so lucky...

I screamed in pain, my legs trembling. A whip struck my leg, making a loud crack that seemed to break the sound barrier. My ears bled and my head rung. I roared. The still unidentified people staggered back and I swiftly got up, my vision blurred. In a furious haze [or maybe just me being 'temporarily blinded by the unbearable, torturous pain'] I blindly slashed and grabbed [a massive blunder]. 'Chink' I felt the cold metal strike my chest, sinking deeper and deeper and deeper until I passed out. I woke up in a blindingly white room in a... nursing bed. Surprisingly, my seemingly fatal wound had healed. A blond, sandy haired cat-person glared sternly at me.

'Who are you?' The feline interrogated. I stayed silent. 'I said,' He extended his razor-like claws in front of my face and shouted again,'WHO ARE YOU!?'