Wounded, drugged, stuck in a cave facing monsters I can't describe even now. For anyone else this would be an unwinnable scenario, the kind of thing you'd just kiss you butt good bye and hope they leave enough of you for your family to bury. Not for Trezlan Lorentino! I just look those ugly sons of ugly in the eyes, hold my sword up high, and run in the other direction! That's right when the going got tough I booked. Honestly being a hero is overrated. I mean who's going to care you died covered in glory, YOU STILL DIED! Myself I've done some bad things and the thought of death is not exactly one I'm really excited about (facing judgement as a necromancer does that to you).
It's amazing how much utter fear of death and dismemberment can limber up your legs even when you were drugged. I swear I was flying I ran so fast in those caverns. And despite my previous belief I couldn't have been that deep underground I apparently very much was, but that didn't slow me down. I ran like running was going out of style. The monsters were on my heels I could hear their heavy footfalls right behind me the whole time. I thought of trying to toss some fire on the ground or something, but again I was worried about control, and with running I'd worry it would just be a wasted effort (much like everything I do in life.... HEY YOOOOOO). I figured if I kept running I'd make it into open ground and then uhh the sun would kill the monsters? (What can I say I like old classic tales). The problem was THE DAMN CAVE KEPT GOING!
I honestly passed so many bones and corridors full of discarded clothing I was worried I was having some kind of sick dream as they were all slowly eating me. But I was getting progressively more tired, it was a losing game to keep running, I know this because I'm frequently in losing games. I saw the cave wall bent to the right suddenly and formulated a crazy plan, ducking around to the right I held my blade about where neck high would be, and shockingly my enemies chopped all their own dumb heads off. I couldn't believe my luck! I even verified they were all indeed dead, and after a comical laugh and strut (also known as the Lorentino victory jig). I went to move about my way when I heard a growl behind me.
"You killed my children." Yes of course only I who was attempting to run from horrible creatures would find their mother/father/whatever. It actually took me a bit to even turn around, because I really really did not want to. And so thats where I'll leave you, a dark voice behind me calling out that I slaid its children, what horrible future awaits me? You'll never know, well until you read tomorrows entry which is probably already written... you know nevermind screw you!
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