My Grandma Is A Demigod

III: The Grandma With Weapons And The Goat With Armor

I find myself running. Just running. Run, run, run. Away.

I don't even think anyone else knows where we are running to. Well, other than away. We seem to end up in the middle of nowhere. Just when we find a path, my grandma tells us, "I hafta go. I'll see you later? Come on, Jacob." Jacob and my grandma run west from the path, into the bushes.

"W-WAIT! Wha-?!" I finally manage to say in between breathes. "Follow us. Ok? Oh, and run!" My mother tells me and both my parents start up the path.
I grumble and start to run, only to pick up my pace when I hear a shuffling the trees.

I scream as Jacob falls out of the tree. He seems to be okay... EXCEPT THAT HE HAS SHEEP LEGS!!! "WHAT IN THE WORLD!! JACOB!" I yell at him. Jacob seems amused, "Exactly what your grandma said the first time."

"WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN!" I yell at him... Again. Yes, sorry.

Jacob just kept on running. And very fast! "Hey! Wait up!! I want answers." I tell him, out of breath.

"Don't worry you will get your answers! Now.... RUN GIRL!" It was his turn to yell at me. His armor clanking every time he pounced over a log.

I screamed as a roar sounded behind us. Suddenly, the thrashing stopped as we came closer to our house. My grandma stepped out of the bushes.

I couldn't speak, move, or even blink and breathe at this sight. She still had on armor and the weapons like before, but Jacob stood beside her.

"They're goat legs... I'm half goat heh heh..." Jacob told me. I was bewildered by what I saw.

Soon after this frozen moment of nothing, my parents told me to go pack. Moving? I don't even know, but I do know that whatever happened, well... It's not good. Geez! I hate this life, I think as I trudge back into that old rusty door.