I grabbed the dagger hanging from the troll?s thigh as I bent before the cliff awaiting death. I pulled it from its holster and in one swift move twirled it in my hand then rammed it through the troll?s primitive boot, stopping when I hit dirt.
The uninjured troll ran to catch us as we bolted for the gate of the castle wall, but his meaty legs were much too large and awkward to beat our panicked stride. The other troll quickly followed but had to limp, giving him no chance whatsoever.
We reached the gate and had to struggle to turn the wheel that brought up the gate by an old pulley system. We didn?t bother to lift it the whole twenty feet, instead, we turned it just enough for us to slide under. Therefore when the troll?s got here, they would have to waste time.
?Eh!? I push out of my rough throat. ?Git off of thu dresser? The cat responds and shoots out the doorway, knowing I would get up and chase if it didn?t.
Hearing the same line way too many times, I sarcastically stated that I was frustrated that penguins are invading Kansas and I?m stuck here with a flying amputee disco midget trying to eat my hamster.
As I walk to the bus stop, a car flies by, leaving me soaking with slush all over my legs. I make a gesture to the driver and continue to the stop.
My head starts to throb and a massive headache beats on my forehead like jackhammer. The pain increases and I grunt, baiting the kids at the bus stop to stare at me. I sink to my knees and hold on to my head. The pain is unbearable now and I start shaking my head, my vision blurs and the other children huddle around my contorted body.
One of the parents crouches beside me, she tries to talk to me but her voice is carried somewhere else. All the noises haze into one and become distant, like I?m in a different room, a different world.
A loud crack echoes in my head and my eyes open.
I notice I?m already standing so I run as fast as I can away from it. I stop a few dozen feet away and don?t hear anything any more. When I turn around I watched the cougar leap off the back of an uninjured bear and strangely run backwards into a thicket of bushes. The bear turns its head towards the bushes and then turns to a patch of soil and begins to spit up berry plants and shove them into the ground. After a few minutes it oddly waddles backward into the woods.
I see a path crossing my way and begin to follow it. The path is a different color than the dirt around it, enabling me to see the path ahead for quite a length. The path is straight for about one hundred feet and then curves out of my sight.
I slow down to figure this out when I trip over a root, sending me careening into the dirt before me. I close my eyes and brace myself for impact, but I don?t hit the ground. A cool wind rushes by my still defense positioned body and I open my eyes. I watch as a small pond becomes larger and larger. I am falling my body tells me, but my brain won?t let me believe it.
My brain finally agrees when I slap the water, creating not a splash but a ripple in the water. The ripple hits the edge of the shore and raises up for a few feet then freezes along with the rest of it.
It begins to crack at the top of the ripple then break open sending water gushing out in a dome above me, it then stops and hardens into a black material. The rest follows, enclosing me in darkness.
I wake up in a small room alone and cough, my eyes slowly adjusting to the powerful light above. I cannot connect any of my memory to the room or the people in it. People? Yes, there are people in the room now, two of them.
A doctor walks in the room and asks my parents to exit the room. He grabs a clipboard attached to the bed and pulls a severed finger from his breast pocket; he begins to write with it and comes closer to me. He stops writing and opens his mouth.
I open my eyes and see a familiar room, not my own but still recognizable. I sit rocking back and forth with my head resting on my knees, staring at the door.
I stare through the barred windows and continue to eat, trying to remember who I am.