SACRIFICE TO THE MOON (Completed) #Wattys2020

CHAPTER 35

No matter where he ran or how fast he moved, the dragon was always right behind him, it seemed to be omnipresent.
He knew he'd have to fight. The only weapon at his disposal was the shield of Belus.
He knew without the protection of the shield, he was as good as dead.
Still with the dragon looming, he had to defend himself. Damning the consequences, he hurled the shield of Belus at the looming monster, aiming for the eye.
The shield whirled as it went, it struck true, blinding the dragon's left eye.
The mountain shook as the dragon roared in pain.
Waya smiled as the dragon's roar reverberated throughout the entire volcano.
But his smile quickly vanished as he soon realized the shield had embedded itself within the dragon's eye and he had virtually nothing to defend himself with against the dragon.
In rage, the dragon delivered a blow to Waya using its tail.
The blow from the dragon's massive tail hit Waya square in his side.
The force flung him meters with  high ferocity. He broke through a rock and lay still.
His face and body was battered, he couldn't move and was well aware he was only still alive because of whatever immortality he was able to siphon of Athena during their many sexual encounter.
Like an animal stalking a cornered prey, the dragon  strutted towards him.
Waya knew it was the end for him, he felt bad for Athena and he worried ceaselessly for the inhabitants of the moon.
For Poseidon would show no mercy in their obliteration.
His gaze fell on Freya's hair, involuntarily, a smile spread across his face.
The shock of his death would hit her hard but he knew she would ultimately be fine.
He would not die sprawling on the ground like some cockroach, he would die on his feet.
With renewed energy, he gathered himself and limped towards the monstrous dragon.
A part of him was relieved he was dying, he wouldn't have to deal with the burden of playing defender against Poseidon.
He closed his eyes as he limped towards the dragon. He was brave but not even he could bear to watch himself set ablaze by a mammoth dragon.
He kept walking but the sea of fire never hit him, with increased anxiety he limped along, still the dragon failed to attack him.
He kept limping until he hit hard on something metallic.
Only then did he open his eyes, when he did the gold bowl containing the ambrosia was right there in front of him.
Instinctively, he turned to look at the dragon. The dragon was few feets away from him and showed no signs of attacking.
Waya took a moment to asses  the ambrosia.
They were blackish seeds, the type of which Waya had never seen.
He grabbed a handful and poured it into his mouth.
It tasted like honey obtained from the best of bees.
The taste was so overwhelming it caused him pain. Waya fell to the ground convulsing, he felt unbearable heat and pain he couldn't help but scream but when he did, it didn't sound like his voice, it sounded like a million trumpets.
It sounded like the voice of a god, with that Waya passed out.