I angrily swing the axe at an unsuspecting tree, which falls at only one swing. She got me down on my knees. I was weak for one moment and she fully used it. I woke up this morning feeling spent, with the feeling of a warm body beside me but no one there, though the spot beside me was still warm. Never again, I promise myself. I hear the leaves rustle beside me and slew around to meet Eris with a bone-chilling glare. I look at the woman, which I've found myself thinking about more often than I would like. After last night, she also has more power over me than ever before, and I do not like it.
"Leave if you hold your life dear!" I snarl at her. When she doesn't react to my threat I slash out at her. She quickly steps back seeming frightened, exactly what I want.
She stands a few paces away from me, watching me closely. I throw the huge axe at a tree. I know that if I have it in my hands, I'll do something I'll regret later when the blood rush goes down.
I pace back and forth. I know I must look like one of those angry lions they bring from the far away countries. I have an itchy feeling inside, like I'm about rip out of my own skin. I'm grinding my teeth back and forth, in an angry motion. I look over at her from the corner of my eye; she tries to take a step closer to me. As she tries to reach out to touch me, I let out an inhuman growl. I hear her gasp and shrink back.
"Have you any idea what you've done?" I growl at her. I can't seem to control anything anymore. She tries one more time to come near me but I bellow aggressively.
"Leave!" She shies away and casts me a look I can't quite place, but grants my wish and leaves.
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Spirit Warrior - The Son of the North
FantasyCay dreams about becoming a warrior in the armies of Pathria. With his status as an orphan and a slave that dream can never become reality. Or can it? Suddenly Cay's lost identity recovered by chance, but accepting his rightful place in this world i...
