It was the third time this year that my village was under attack. It used to be that we would go almost a decade between these attacks, but they were so frequent lately. The other two had been Giant crab creatures that had only taken a few people before being brought down, but this was something else entirely. A Brimcaller; its back legs looked like a wide horse with crushing hooves, its front legs resembled an Ape, but its maw was the real terror. Hundreds of tendrils emerged each one over 20 feet long. The creature stood  40 feet at the shoulder and currently gorged itself on my friends and fellow villagers. By the time a Blessed arrived, we would all be dead. I watched as a man was wrapped around the waist, the entire tendril retracting into the maw. The man screamed, cut off by the constricting tendril as thick as a nautical rope. I charged with a pitchfork in my hands. If I die today, it will know tomorrow. I jammed pitchfork into the creature's front paw. It barely seemed to notice. Something warm and slimy wrapped around my leg.

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Before I could stab, I was whipped upside down, barely holding onto my makeshift weapon. I raced towards the hideous maw. There was debate about whether the Brimcaller digested the tentacles they swallowed with their pray or if it was just a part of their digestive system that could be expelled. Why was I thinking this? I was about to die. The pitchfork caught in the maw and I wished I had held to something bigger something that would choke or cut the creature. To my surprise, the pitchfork swelled in my hand until I had to grip with both hands; tentacles whipped around me soon. It took both hands to hold the pitchfork and the tentacles grip on my leg began to slacken. I poured all my concentration into my weapon and soon it was the size of a tree trunk. The Brimcaller began to fall. I landed in a crunch and a squish, choking on bile air. I finally separated myself from the creature and stood back. An enormous pitchfork stuck through the back of of the creatures head and it was thoroughly dead. The villagers cheered for the first time in generations; a Blessed had appeared among us. I..I am the Blessed.