Land Of Giants (Discontinued)

Chapter 5

Malissa

I felt the sun against my face and slowly opened my eyes, the woods greeting me as I gasped. My eyes wandered over the large trees that stood over five times larger than their usual size and slowly I came to a sudden realization.

I was on the east side.

I felt my head spin as I looked down to my right leg. There was a large gash from my knee to my ankle from when the table had fallen on top of me. Multiple little bruises were lined down my right legs and arms, making it difficult to move around.

Leaves rustled and my eyes shot up to see a giant walking towards me. He was slow as he made his way towards me before coming to a halt. Our eyes made contact and I held my breath as I observed him.

He wore a loose white shirt that hung past his waste and brown pants that tucked into his leather boots. His brown hair was messy even though it was rather short and his orange eyes lit up in the sunlight along with his fair skin.

His foot shifted and I flinched back. He only kept still for a couple seconds as I looked back up to him, watching as he lifted his hands up. It was as if he meant me no harm, but I wasn't planning on letting him closer than he already was.

He slowly moved towards me, hands still in the air. I pushed my back against the tree as my hands slowly lifted to cover my face. My eyes were tightly shut and my heart was beating rapidly.

I felt something brush over my arm and I jumped. My eyes snapped open instantly and I came face to face with the same giant, but he was... my size?

"Are you alright?" he asked, kneeling in front of me. "I didn't mean to scare you. I thought you were still sleeping."

I was too shocked to respond.

"It's alright," he assured. "I promise I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help."

I couldn't help myself and responded with, "You dropped a table on top of me."

"I really am sorry," he apologized. "Now if you please don't mind, I would like to clean your injury before it gets worse."

"With what?" I stuttered, reaching my hands out to cover my wound.

"Well if I told you then you might not want to do it anymore," he replied, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small bottle and bandage, setting the bandages to the side as he opened the small bottle.

"I never asked you to clean my cu-"

I got cut off when he dumped the whole bottle of liquid onto my right leg. My eyes watered up and I clenched my teeth together. My fingers dug into the dirt as my right leg burned in reaction to the substance.

The man pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed off the excess liquid. Then he quickly wrapped my right leg with the bandage he brought. It barely helped with the remaining pain, but it wasn't the worst pain I've dealt with.

"That was alcohol, if you wanted to know," he said, tying the bandage off.

"Alcohol?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's really good for -"

"Cleaning cuts? Yeah, I know!" I basically shouted, wiping a few stray tears away. "And it also burns like hell. Shows that it cleaned the cut real well..."

"Seems like you know a lot about these kinds of things," he smirked.

"Yeah. My dad taught me," I replied, glaring up at him. "He knew I would explore the forest someday, so he thought that it would be best if I knew some things."