As I realized that I had plunged my fist too far in the ground; and the sharp point was stuck in some concrete, Isabel began climbing up my arm. She was incredibly strong and as agile as a jaguar climbing up a tree. She made her way up my arm as I struggled to free myself. Realizing that there was no luck in trying, I stopped struggling and watched as she pulled herself to a standing position on my arm. There were only two options left; life or death. I chose life.
I lifted my arm that was free in the air, and slammed my fist into my arm where Isabel was standing. When I hit my arm, I had hit it with such a force that had knocked it free. She jumped out of the way at the last minute and grabbed a hold of a branch on my chest. When she had a firm grip on the branch she climbed onto it and sat down.
"So what am I again," Isabel asked me.
"A puny little girl," I growled in response.
"No, Mother is the puny little girl," Isabel snapped back.
"She sent you to take care of her problem, instead of coming for me herself!"
Furiously, I slammed the sharp spike into the area in which Isabel once was. I gasped in horror when I realized that by shoving my fist into my chest, I had just destroyed the source that kept me alive. I shrieked and bellowed in pain as I fell to the ground. I began wilting away, whimpering for Isabel to help me. She just ignored me and watched as I rotted. She watched as my life faded away with every breath I took.
"Who's the puny one now," She said chuckling.
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Mother: The Beginning
FantasíaThe most powerful being on Earth has been the queen of nature for centuries. Ruling over all life for such a long time is pretty exhausting. When the queen, Mother Nature, chooses to pass down her throne, will she play nice with the princess, or wil...
