We were going to a wedding, it was in the middle of the mountains, and it was snowing. The snow was light, but heavy enough to have to be careful. The ceremony was held underneath big tents of white. The snow fell slowly, gracefully, as the ceremony preceded. After the ceremony we wandered around the area, not leaving, but going far. We found an old fishers dock within a small opening in a mountain. The dock was old and rickety, but it worked as a path. The dock swirled around the mountain and travelled up to the top. The waterfall falling from the mountain created a stream that flowed parallel to the path. We walked over the path, the wood boards creaking and wobbling as if it was going to break. We jumped and played until we got to the top. Once there, we played on top of a small watch tower above the mountain. It was all fun and games until we looked out the window. To the left, the mountains and the wedding tent, to the right, a forest. A big, thick, dark forest.
That wasn’t even the worst part, the worst part were the creatures. They were huge, taller than any of the trees, with eyes made of crystallizing fire, their mouths hung open and wide. They were made of vines, wood, and other forest materials. They were travelling in a pack, swinging at trees while they stumble toward us. Barely seen, they had to be at least a mile away, but they were coming in our direction. The one in the front turned and saw our small tower. Immediately we became helpless as they started running towards us. We didn’t know what to do, we were stapled to the ground, helpless under the radiating danger that was coming towards us. Most of the terrifying creatures had lost interest, but there was still one that had stuck to its goal. It ambled toward us with an undefined purpose. Was it friendly? Did it want to kill us? It was coming close, within reach in under a minute.
Finally I came to my senses and broke off an older piece of wood from the tower to use as a defense. The giant got to us, the vines becoming more vivid and frightening. We didn’t back down. The creature tried to grab us, but I took the sharp edge of the wooden board and swung at its ankles. It shrieked, and I swear I felt my ears bleed. The ice venom like feeling that swallowed my ears made it harder to go on, but I did. I sliced at its ankles once more, and once again having to hear the deafening cry. The vines at its feet began to tear, and I realized I was doing good in defending myself. I cut, tore, and ripped at as many vines as I could. I backed up to assess the damage, but it was completely the same, untouched from any of the damage I had just given it. It must have had rapid regeneration. How was I supposed to kill it now? I had to think, but I couldn’t. I was fighting off a fifty foot monster with only a sharp board and my senses. Fire. Fire burns plants. But how can I create a fire with what I have? I have wood, so I can use that for the base, but the source. The wedding had candles, but that’s so far away. I can have it follow me to the wedding, but the people are still there, it’s too dangerous. I can run back to the tents by myself, but i’m not fast enough, and it’ll follow me. Too late. I took to long to think. It caught up to my attacks and struck my wrist, shattering it, and throwing my only weapon to the ground. out of reach.
This is it, I’m going to die. Blood starts to flow to my wrist, the unwelcome sensation taking over my entire hand, not bad at first, perhaps it’s the adrenaline. And then it hurts. Shooting pains, stabbing my wrist everywhere over and over again. The sensation deafening over everything else that’s happening. Then, suddenly, the pain turns into pins and needles, and then into nothing. Miraculously I can feel, turn, and use my wrist as if brand new. I don’t understand this new power, but I embrace it. I run around the monster, running in a zig-zag format, careful to avoid all of it’s swings, until I reach the wooden board, and something inside of me clicks. I can feel something in my wrist heat up. My wrist got hot, hotter than I’ve ever felt it become before, but then it’s ice. The fire from my veins shoots out the tips of my fingers, crawling toward the beast until it catches. The beast screeches again, but this time I don’t hear it. I see it collapse, squirming in anguish as it’s non-existent life leaves it’s eyes. As the vines scorch, set ablaze by an unknown source of power, they begin to turn to dust. Slowly, it fades away, and with it so does the mountain, the tent, the people. Everything pixelates and shreds until I’m in a room. I’m by myself. The room is black with green lines running up and across the walls like a grid. And then my head feels like a hundred anvils all at once. I must lie down, I must rest after such a battle. I can feel my eyes get heavier as my body sinks to the floor. The wall shifts and molds until the words “You have passed” glow in vibrant colors in a way where you could never miss it, and everything goes black.
