Ok I Give Up What Do You Want?

The creature had beaten me every which way it could on that mountain. It even somehow change the weather so that it was cold and raining on me, lightning was striking in the background. My poor body felt broken in every way it could be, bones were busted, wounds were exposed, and I was so tired, so very tired. I was still standing though, having pulled myself out of the dirt to stand in defiance to the creatures assault. I wasn't standing particularly strongly, I wasn't standing steady, and in fact I felt I was going to fall over, but I was standing.

"You are weak." The creature was still standing perfectly fine, showing itself no worse for the beating it gave me.

"You said that monster." Petulance was the only thing I still had in fresh supply.

"You still are." This was the longest actual conversation I'd had with the creature. At least it wasn't attacking me for the time being. I felt like a strong breeze could knock me over, the rain was pelting my face and causing my wounds to pool blood water at my feet.

"You know I never got your name creature, do you even have one?"

"I'm everything you are not, I'm what you refuse to be."

"A monster?"

"Strong." I felt like I preferred the beating to this mental assault the creature was pulling.

"Fine be that way, I'm just going to go back down the mountain now, I felt like this was useful, you've shown me so much." It hadn't actually shown me anything. The creature appeared before me, blocking the way back down.

"You aren't leaving."

"Oh yes I am, look you can kill me or not, but this torture crap is over and done with, I fought you, I lost, I'm going home, or dying on the side of the mountain whatever." I admit at this point my only thought was just leave, like when you've had too much to drink and know its time to give up and go home. Except replace drink with pain and suffering. He went to strike me and it passed through me. Like it wasn't even there.

"No, you must stay."

"I'm done with you, this is over!" I kept walking and the creature howled. And then I woke up. I was still on the mountain, I wasn't hurt (my throat was dry and I was very hungry but otherwise I was ok). I could see where I'd left the pack from my arrival, and it looked like I hadn't moved since I'd collapsed from making the top of the mountain. It felt like maybe a day had passed.

The worst part, I didn't even know if I succeeded in defeating the creature! I mean I thought I did, but I have no idea. I could have failed and instead of being sent home they'd just kill me and bury me (or that was their plan the whole time, you can never tell with native tribes) thankfully they let me know when I managed to get back down, which took less time because falling down is a lot easier than climbing up (something my recent bout with sobriety proved). So anyway, next entry the confusion err conclusion!