The beast turned its body to face me as well, its wings folding back behind it. It had a smirk on its face and put its hands on its hips, mocking me. ” Little, fool, do you expect to hit me with your shaky little dagger?” It said wiht a deep, growling voice. It was true, I was shaking uncontrolably, shrouded by fear. “None the less, I will destroy you, like all the others” I thoguht of the images, recent in my thoughts of people, people I knew, falling into nothing. Falling until they starve, or are relised by the Gods from there tortured bodies. I grabed the dagger, focused all my energy into the dagger, nearly brusing my palm.

Covered in sweat, I changed from fear, to anger, then I harnessed by fury, controled it almost, until it showed up on my facial expression. The demon saw this, looked like he flinched for a second, but only for a second. He tilted his head back, looking at me from a different angle. Then, literally, began roaring with laughter. ” Stop,” I whispered at first “Stop underestimating me!!!” I ended up shouting, throwing my fury into the air around me in the form of spittle. He stoped laughing, arubtedly, and looked back at me. “You’re not even worth killing with such an attitude. ” He began to trun away. This really angered me. I threw my only lifeline to this point, the hunting dagger my father gave me, at him.

I din’t belive it would hit anything more then the ground, or possibly hit him with the handle end, harmlessly bouncing off. But I hit him, and pierced his wing, creating a gaping hole. I might have even heard a growl. He trun back at me, furious, wings open, and began bounding at me with all fours.

He lifted his right hand, getting back on all fours, and jumped at me, attacking from above. I was completly unarmed, my dagger sitting in the wooden plank meters away, toe to toe with a demon double my size. I sheilded myself with my arm, expecting to be cleaved in half by the massive claws at the end of its fingertips. I saw nothing, heard a single clash and felt wind sing by. I opened my eyes, topling over as a grey cloak was at my nose, unexpectedly. The figure was slightly taller then me and had blocked the monsters attack with the shaft of a red staff with swirled in green. The head broke into two at the red top, with spinlets extending from each side. There was a glowing orange gem at the base of the head of the staff.

The cloaked figure had a deisign running at the edge of the hood, the arms and the base of the coat. Other then that, I couldn’t see his face. ” You will not touch this boy.” The figure said in a voice I’ve not heard in months. Could he be… possibly still with us….

My brother?

~~~ Relation: I love my Lama Staff ^^ ~~~