My legs are shaking as much as my hands were but my mind was steady as the fact that if I were to trip now. I would die a gore death mashed to nothingness. Because after the fall there won't be anything left. I was busy thinking bad things but as I just leaned over to see the depth. A strong gust of dusty winds attack me by surprise and the next thing I see I am doing the very thing I feared the most at that instance. That would be falling and hear I am tasting the air which occupied the space long enough to be cautioned about and vast enough to wonder about.
Whee-Whee-screech
My body which was falling like a body thrown down a cliff for disposal. The falling me was gaining speed by every passing second. I should be worried by the sounds my draped skin produced while falling in the embrace of death but I was fearless as the certainty of my doom was as sure as my existence. Never been this sure in my short span of life about anything else apart from the fact of me having no parents. I accelerated to my demise my descent started to gain a significant momentum for me to worry about me even reaching the ground to die. Or will I die even before reaching such a sorry death for innocent me was an act of mockery for the sorry life I lived. The certainty bought order in my collapsing mind a wave of clarity submerged the chaos within me.
My closed eyes with fear opened up to know just where my grave is soon to be decorated. All I managed to comprehend was that it will take a span of decades just to reach the ground. I was stupified by the fact that I could be eternally in a state of falling unless I reach ground and kiss my body a solid goodbye. Also there was another uncanny fact after a certain point my speed didn't seemed to accelerate as if I am suspended in a constant state of falling. That made me sigh even more the fixed speed took my chance away from getting cremated like a falling star leaving just grains of dust behind. Alas! I aint so lucky to be entertained with such an graceful exit. After a while the fall didn't felt like fall it felt as if it was a waterway and my body is submerged in it. Traveling with the flow great enough that it was not meant to resist. There goes my free will but who am I kidding free will has long been a charade for me. Even when I was doing a lot better than rehearsing this monologue in my mind. As to question the philosophical topics but anyways here I am trapped in a tenacious body blessed with an extreme fate unable to make sense of daily life to an extent that the ability to make sense was robbed of me. Thinking such not made me feel even a bit at ease because I was nearing to what seemed to be an dark silhouette of an passage.
Gulp
The action of passing through that passage felt like being swallowed alive within a span of seconds I was dropped in another landscape but this time it was a scenic one. For a moment I started thinking to myself after seeing the place and observing the landscape that I am a person who was transported not once but thrice to portal like warps. Just how lucky one can be in a single lifetime to be even able to achieve this kind of feat. I guess I wouldn't have minded if the first place I got thrown into would have been this beautiful pasture of foreign grass.
Ruffle Ruffle
I sensed some moment in the tall unfamiliar grasses reflecting the pleasent evening of the day. But such disturbance started to get sharper and more profound with passing time. The little ruffles at start now felt like tremors of earth accompained with gusts of wind. Then a sheath like transparent covered the space above me like a huge shade. Then it made all sense that my bad luck is definitely real as to why I say this after morphing once my body gained praiseworthy sharp senses which discomforted me while I was adjusting to the new modification. That same sense which could discern even metaphysical invisible monsters failed to make sense of the ruffles. Was only because this seemingly scenic place shutted off my senses. If I hadn't morphed prior to this enthusiastic welcoming ceremony I wouldn't have been able to use my senses to see the scenic beauty of this demonic place. The tall tree like grasses were nothing but average grasses but only according the standards of this place and the gelatinous sheath which formed my instant roof was nails of an raccus(rat)like monster of this world.
But even this scale didn't felt disheartening as I already stopped reasoning a long while ago. Because if the rats of this world are these big. Then just imagining what giants I am pitted against made me dumbfounded not at the danger level but just what kind of messed up this place does this have to be to nourish such giants without batting eye. This made me more philosophical and realize that longness is a comparative concept. Because if I hadn't seen small raccus beforehand I wouldn't have felt this jumbled on finding out these bigger one if all my life I wouldn't have seen a raccus.
The pointy teeths were so big that they seemed as if they were made to cave in the skies themselves. The hairy part was the same but a single strand of hair was enough for wigs for all the bald aristocratic noble which means all the nobles and still some would left for the hair extensions for Belef Nuns from the temple of Nysir the force of moon. As the hairs of nuns must reach to the floors to get promoted to abbese because the abbess was entitled to be part of personal harem of the heroes. Just the opportunity to conceive an upper lineage made the ladies go hayware as if being mistress is an ultimate honour.
Still seeing an moving body full of flesh and capable of being my target to vent out and practice my anger. I pulled out slinger and dagger then Haldir
Don't know why I went for the suicidal confrontation. I think the events have shaped me in a way that the coward me is hesitant but the angered helpless me is agitated. Its as if I fear death but I detest void of control over my action. A horizontal slash in the sky splintered the roof above my head after that I plunged slinger in monster and within just one cycle I soared over the toe while jumping on falling pieces of roof. Witnessing the full formed body of just the pest like being, trembled my hands but my anger was way more than that. So I just went for the brawl while fighting I reached an stable tempo of breathing which enhanced my physical activity raising the strength of my attacks even more. Even then the tussle was tough but got over it and emerged ultimate victor. But this victory didn't bought joy to me but on the other hand it brought me roasted raccus meat. Just imagining the sizzle my fatigue went away. Soon the butchering was done but this time the heart and brains fluid weren't like potion but still they substituted for water. Then the culinary of a former tavern boy bought life to the sleeping raccus in the form of a hearty meal. The scraps of tall grasses made the soup more flavourful. The hearty meal was entertained but I never knew it would be the last time I managed to slide down my throat a bit or full bite of hearty meal and pleasent gulps of blood. Sorry I sounded demonic but it is what it is the smell of soup bought hordes if raccus of same size against me and I think they managed to mark me in some way. As they were damn too persistent. Leaving me no choice but show off my flexibility and athletic command the start of the fight was jolly. The relaxed me is never favoured by the world so an all direction all out attack began. Making it hard to catch a single breath. The lack of rest this time forced me on the brink of collapse and my body was ready to switch and go unconscious. So the struggle for me was on both side as I feared the me from subconscious not because he was more precise,accurate and practical but he was way too deliberate when being brutal. I know the crazy situation and survival calls for it but the fear of just being spectator in your own body is not so good. Robbing myself of my autonomy over the single thing I own which is me was sickening even if it was for my own good.
So fought hard against my opponent and myself too I managed to beat an entire horde of raccus at cost of dislocated joints and shallow but many bleeding wounds even with enhanced strength. Just when I thought it was over a new hoard of monsters swarmed and they were many times bigger than raccus. The sight of being ganged upon angered me so much. That now the coward me was just fighting with pure spite. I consciously triggered trance refining my movements and cognitive abilities further. The tempo of my breathing allowed me to harness an unknown form of power which was not any known form of mystic energy but seemed to work similar but different altogether. The constant brussels with near death, death blows sharpened my instincts more to the extent I exceeded the sensing capabilities of the me before stumbling upon this place. The refinement within my moves was not stopping as my will to improve and enhance pushed through and made my realisation tangible in that foreign plane. The cycle continued but the scale went worse. The energy which was harnessed inside me I decided to call it vital force. As it really was vital to me and naming sense of main character is supposed to be bad so no questions. The vital force though it was miniscule like a size of grain even that had transformed into a size of ball. I used vital force just to keep my body functioning and reducing fatigue. As I am in a battle of attiration as being the sole invasive element. The life was sure tough as I was the one who was massacring the natives but the only fact which is justifiable is that I don't consider monsters as inhabitants or native of any place. Because they lack ability to be devoted for the land which graciously nurtures them. If their bodies allowed they may live even on the sun without being grateful. The orcs of an living organisms showing no gratuity. So this invasion and massacre is just because survival is the prize. The battle continued even with no sense of time just skimming the number of corpses told me the span of time was long. Thanks to vital force keeping me functional even in the absence of the food and water. By the time the cyclical massacre ended due to my indigenous fighting adaptability. The pasture which was just a patch of grass was drenched in blood along with the forest in which that grass grew..