Role

Chapter 7

It was one of those once-in-a-lifetime storms, rain pouring down as if the
gods had only just now created all the river beds and the oceans, and wanted
to fill them up in a mere second. A hurricane tore at the very fabric of
creation, strong enough to break a Dragon's wings, if he'd be foolish enough
to fly up in it. Or perhaps the wind would simply break open it's lair, and
toss the beast high into the air, just as a lizard would throw up a worm,
just before eating it.

Bolts of lightning flashed up at a rythm to match the Earth's heartbeat,
setting the top of the hill in a backlight, turning the clouds up above into
a blanket of fierce light, each time a bolt flares downward. There is no
movement at all, except for the trees weathering the storm, until they break.
But wait, there's this figure moving up the hill, setting itself against the
backlight of the storm. This black figure stumbling upward, until it reaches
the top of the hill.

A man, no, more than a man, a Giant, now clearly visible, standing on the top
of the hill, his arms spread out, his head raised, shouting out loudly "Take
me! I deserve to die, not her!"
As if in answer, three bolts fall down at once, hitting the Giant squarely.
He is tossed down the hill at a speed, high enough to send him crashing
through several trees, breaking their tops. With a crash, the Giant touches
the ground again, now a broken, beaten up shell of what he was before moving
up that hill. Although a pain, fiercer than anything he could ever imagine,
courses through his entire body, there is only one thought flowing through
the Giant's mind: "I'll live, by the Storms, I shall live! I shall see my
loved one revenged. I'll live!"

And then all that remains is the blackness ...