Ran, Running, and Will Run By Maddiff Rel

Killing The Griffin

Trapped..., you feel the tears carving streams into your cheek underground, Trapped by my nemesis. Trapped by the one who... who...

You saw your sword in the sky, falling. The Griffin's paw had frozen. Time froze. Your sword falls. It falls fast facing straight down and gains speed when spinning like a top. You realize that it is falling right at you.

This isn't fair..., you think as the flaming, glowing sword melts the armor plating on your chest when you notice something, My sword is in my hand... The sword in your chest didn't hurt and was translucent and golden. It began to collapse from the hilt and the tip of the blade in the ground to the center of the blade: your chest.

You seemed to be absorbing this sword's energy. This energy was powerful. You chest feels full, and soon, the rest of your body felt the same: about to pop and explode.

Now, it hurt. It hurt a lot. The pain was unbelievably abundant. It felt like your arms were being cut off and your legs being cut with a dull, rusty blade from your waist down to your feet. Your eyes felt as if they were being carved out while your nails are slowly plucked of off the ends of your fingers. Massive headaches blow up inside of your head, and your ears are completely out of commission.

It all stopped. You felt massive amounts of magical power surging through your body. There was still loud humming in your ears, but that was still calming down. Time was slowly coming back to normal, and the Griffin's paw is coming down on you. You will die if you don't get out of here.

"Don't ever except the fate that fate throws at you when you are not looking," you recalled your father's voice when you were only ten years old.

"Only except the fate that fate gives you gently when you are ready," your mother said in conclusion to her husband's words.

No, not here, not now. I will run if I have to BUT NOT HERE!

"NOT HERE!" you shout at the Griffin from under the dirt, "You will not be the one to kill me!"

You shouted that last part out of slight pride but mostly anger. There was a raging fire deep within your chest, deep in the marrow of your bones, hot in the soles of your feet, and you felt a roaring sensation of a lion as if an ancient griffin had filled your own physical body.

You felt the massly compressed dirt around you begin to quake, shifting under massive amounts of energy coursing through your veins in a four-feet radious of your skin. Suddenly, the earth keeping you captive exploded and launched you into the air, just before the colossal Griffin's paw was to put you down for good.

Flames erupted around your body. Every strand of your hair was on fire along with your eyes being bright white flares, sparking of anger and pure rage. Your sword was also white with heat, but you felt an impulse to flick your right hand out as if throwing out a blade from your wrist. You do this and another sword erupts from your wrist slightly putting you off course while you were flying through the air.

Wait... Am I? You were flying. Massive, white wings on your back were on fire. No, you thought, they are fire!

This revelation allowed you to get yourself back on course, your two flaming blades at the ready. You were ready. You were going to do this. All of the things that he did to you flooded back as crystal clear memories. The time he stole you from your friends, your only family. The time he kept you prisoner for three whole months, stuck in a cave. Th time he tried to slowly kill you, while you where trapped. The time he made you kill you friend, your only friend. When he tricked you, when he kept you in this jungle after countless efforts to escape, and now, when he tried to murder you while you were down. You were ready.

You were well above his head, a white, furious fireball. You moved fast, so fast that time slowed, taking in every second of your rage. You yelled with pure strength as you jetted downward straight into the Griffin's skull. The instant Accidental Flame and the gods' gift blade split the skull of the monster it exploded into dark, obsidian-black ash in a one-foot radius from your swords.

You continued hacking and slashing at the innards of the Griffin. When you were finished, all your energy drained, only a mountain of ash remained.

You found a claw on the ground and took it as a battle prize.

You ran out of the forest with your remaining energy, Accidental Flame on your back, the god's gift blade gone, your armor weighing you down. Squish, squish, squish on the jungle floor.