Azlin The Great

History Stinks Even If You're a Mythical Creature

      I was slowly waking up. I started to notice the little adobe-like home with little trinkets everywhere on the random shelves. There was a wooden chair moving soundlessly back and forth in the corner. There was nobody in the chair— it was probably cursed. I felt lighter than normal. Like a lot of weight has just lifted off my back. I noticed I didn't have my weapons. No bow and arrow, no bone knife, and no glass sword. The sword was made of Volcano Rayne's glass and the knife was made out of the thigh bone of an Ice Creature. The same creature that gave me the white streak in my hair. The bow I carry was specially crafted for me by the Elven Leaders before they were destroyed. The sword and the bow are really light so I didn't notice that my weapons were missing until I didn't feel the weight of the arrows and the knife. You might ask why I carry so many weapons. The answer is simple: extra precautions. I have been in so many scenarios where I don't have any more weapons on me that I eventually took them all. I was first class in handling all of these weapons in the Elven scoreboard of battles. We would have battles and whoever won the most was at the top of their class.   
     I started to freak out. No weapons meant no defending myself. No defending myself was horrible for the predicament that I was in. My back was tied to a table and I had no idea of where I was at. Obviously, I was in a house. Maybe it was his hideout. Ugh. I was so going to get him for that. I took in my surroundings. There was food on the table that I was tied to. There was a black knife laying next to an apple. That would be the best thing to get me out of these vines. If the knife was sharp enough, then I would keep it and get the rest of my stuff then get out of here. I would leave, and search until I find something to lay on and then I will fall asleep and teleport to Traumwelt because that's where my hideout was. There I would heal up and continue my quest for answers. This was my rough plan for now.
     Then I realized I broke the number one rule in basic survival—knowing where your prey or predator is (depending on perspective). I had no idea where he was, I didn't even know his name. He could've been watching me. I just assumed that he was out of the house. And then, just like clockwork, he appeared in front of me. It was like he read my thoughts or something...         His sudden appearance scared me and made me hit my head on the back of the table, which gave me an idea. I was tied up, so I couldn't do anything when he reached behind me, smiling, and pulled out the same tranq dart that hit me. He was really close. I knew this was the same one because each one has its own name. Mine was Silencer in English. In Elvish it said Scrleine. Just as he reached up for the tranq and turned for a fraction of a second away, I initiated my plan. I slammed my head hard into his skull, knocking him off balance, then swung my legs underneath him so he fell. I took the chance to grab the knife from his belt. I noticed earlier as he reached for his dart. He was on the floor gasping as I was up on my feet, pointing the knife at his throat.