The beast appeared, showing it sharp canine and carnivorous claws.
It eyes blazed red. They burnt like furnace.
The night was dark and void. The tress bowed and rosed at once.
Jay stood fierce. He confronted the one eyed beast.
This was his chance and he must take use of it.
Revenge is now or never. He beckoned on the beast, luring it to come forward.
Today would be known as a day of remarkable history.
His father had to be avenged. The beast must pay for every dime of blood he stole.
The beast roared forward. It stamped it six footed leg upon the earth, looking so eager to get a savor of Jay blood.
Jay stamped the trident into the earth. He switched into his inevitable god mode, spinning forth the trident like a warrior lord.
The beast beat it chest and took a flight into the thin air. Jay casted a ring of fire around himself, horizontally placing the sharp edge of the trident towards the beast.
Just come closer! A little more. Your ribs and belly would splash out into the dry dust.
Boom!Boom!Boom.
Jay woke up screaming loud out of his deep slumber.
He had been dreaming all along. He wish he saw the brutal end of the mystical creature.
He had walk past miles. He had no direction, neither map or compass.
Night fell right at his face. He was lucky enough to find an old cave beside the blue stream.
He sheath himself, snoring heavily like a lone wolf despite the swam of creeping creatures residing inside the cave.
The dream had jolted him awake. He was in the middle of nowhere.
The two lines diverging the blue stream got I'm confused.
Which should he follow. Jay walks toward the stream and squatted beside the stream bank.
He laid his right palm on the water, repeating the action thrice.
He then fetched out a handful of water on his palm and sprinkled them towards the sky.
(DOOK-MEH) "Guide my way". Jay enchanted.
The water splits into particles, swingling it direction towards the left part of the stream.
He studied the atmosphere and journeyed wide into the bush.
The padlock clipped the door closed. Hannah was hurt.
She sobbed quietly on her bed, resting her forehead right on her knee.
Jay was gone! She tried convincing herself, perhaps it was a prank but it wasn't.
Tears rolled down her cheek like a day old baby. She hated her father, the king for this.
To her, he was no longer the caring father that would carry her in his arms and enchant her with ancient tales till she kiss the night goodbye and fall to sleep.
Now, he was a different man. Acting more of a king than a father.
Ever since that young lady had crawled her feet into the palace, her father had drastically changed
Jay had hurt no one. Neither had he cause any episode of trouble.
He was quiet and reserved. He was the apple of her eye.
She loved the aura and feeling that sprouted in her at the mere sight of his face.
No lies! She was already in love with him.
But both her father and that witch called Isla had robbed her off her joy.
The maid kept knocking at the door.
They gave in their best, urging Hannah to come outside but she neglected them.
She buried her face on the bed and promised to starve to death if Jay doesn't come back to the palace. The man she lifted her heart for had ventured far away.
Jay had journeyed for hours. He was completely exhausted.
His throat yearned for thirst. They became harsh and dry. When it felt like the journey had no ending point, he found a hut.
It was an ancient hut, made with old bricks. A young girl of age twelve popped out of the hut.
Her hair were brown and tattered. She certainly hasn't had a bath for days.
Jay peeped, hiding beneath the green leaves.
She squatted by the floor and picked up two dirty guava.
Her face beamed excitedly, shoving one piece the guava into her mouth.
She turned her back and was heading back to the hut.
He swept aside the green leaves, applying more visibility to his sight.
Jay never saw this coming.
It was out of the blue, hurtling fast and fierce.
She drifted her body in a flash and slammed the half eaten guava right at his forehead.
"Auch" what was that for? He held his forehead in slight pain.
Who are you, the young girl questioned, threatening him with a tiny old stick.
Jay pumped out of the bush and signaled a calm gesture with his hands.
Calm down little princess... calm down.
He drew his leg forward, convincing the young girl to hand him over the stick.
I said who are you! Her thin voice yelped out.
They sounded just like her. Jay won't give up.
"You are a princess" Beautiful princess ain't suppose to get angry.
The young girl stopped at once. She dived the stick, lowering them to the ground.
A bright smile beamed out her face. Jay mind birthed a sign of relief.
Finally, she was calm. He smiled back, stretching forth his hand for a friendly handshake.
I am no princess! She yelped out. Her once radiant smile transformed hard and fierce.
She darkened her eye and wiped Jay with the old stick, sending frequent lashes on his back.
"Auch" Jay reacted. You have to stop this.
I am no thief, Jay grasped out.
He flew around the compound like a domestic chicken.
The stubborn girl wasn't going to put an end to this obnoxious action of hers.
"Davina" stop! An old woman called her to order.
She had a full bunch of dried woods stacked on her head.
The old woman squatted trying to bring down the load but her prowess wasn't enough to do so.
Jay ran forward at once, lifting the heavy load off her head with little or no effort.
Thank you son, she complimented Jay. The hut was old looking and hagged.
Jay was offered a bowl of water. He gulped the water down his throat and slammed the bowl on the short stool.
You look so stressed and famished, the old woman patiently surveyed him.
Would you love something to eat. He parted his lips, like words were about to scoop out of them. He raised up his chin and gazed slowly at the violent young girl.
He dare not say yes.
Her facial countenance was giving a definite disapproval.
Jay braced up his face and gave out a hollow smile. No ma'am, you don't have to worry.
Hardly had he complete the statement that his stomach grumbled heavily in hunger.
The old woman went in and came back with a full bowl of meal.
Jay didn't hesitate. He unleashed his anger on the meal, scooping it hurriedly into his mouth.