Waking up from what felt like one of those sixteen-hour naps that just made you feel guilty, but so satisfied, the first things I noticed were the rings. One on each hand, both on my respective pointers, they both had red-glyph shapes scrawled messily all around them. Trying to see if I could see inside, I tried to pull one off, but I concluded (eventually) that I'd have to rip of my finger first.
Some things were meant to stay unknown. And I like my fingers, very much.
Holding my head, I felt like that one time when I'd ingested alcohol. Let's just say that I never repeated that experience-ever-and call this subject closed.
Still, something felt weird, like I was forgetting something...
"Oh well! I'm sure it'll come back to me."
Turning from the remains of the village, the oblivious lich walked off. One of the side effects of activating -$#%&*$ Form- was that all memory of the experience was erased. But, that doesn't explain how he forgot the first part.
Walking through the forest, I was struck with the urge to make a horribly overused joke, but I just couldn't remember it...oh well.
For some reason I heard quiet sighs of relief...
Heading back to where I remember last being-the highway-I continued through the forest until I started seeing familiar trees. How did I know they were trees I had seen before? Why, because I have an excellent memory! Once, some traveling priest said I had something called 'photographic memory' but I don't really know what that means. All I know is that I can remember all 14764 snowflakes I ate one winter. But, for some reason there was one night which I could not recollect no matter how hard I tried. For someone who remembered everything, forgetting something was strange. But, I'm not surprised! I'm always forgetting the really important events. Usually I need someone else to tell me what happened.
(What important events? And why only particular days?)
Brushing the shrubbery from my hair, (Why does my hair have to be so long? I'll need to cut it. Is there some broken glass somewhere...?) I stepped onto the road. Shielding my eyes from the angry sun, I felt warmer than I should have. Fanning myself, I discovered that I was steaming.
I'm a walking teapot! No, I'm not a teapot. Tea brings warmth and refreshes people...maybe I'm dung that's been left int he sun? Yeah...that sounds about right.
Looking to the left and right, I was left with a decision. To the city, where I would be taken to prison again? Or back to a town where all of my misery originated.
Yep! To the city it is! No way in hell am I going back!
Resolutely turning south, I head directly for prison. At least there's a place to sleep in prison.
However, it seems fate had recharged and wanted another go at screwing me. Out of the forest, four terrrifying bandits rushed forward, knifes held in position to stab-
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But why were they moving so slowly? And why were they all taller than me? As a seventeen-(I actually think I'm eighteen now. I get the feeling the last couple days were so busy I just didn't acknowledge it)-year-old man, I was either the tallest, or at head level with everyone else I met. But these bandits were all like two feet taller than me! Maybe they're a race of giants...?
Still, giants or no, with movements that are so slow I can almost laugh. There was a reason only my brothers and father beat me-I let them. Anyone else who tried it were dealt with. Severely.
The first giant went for a straight thrust,--he was obviously inexperienced at knife-fighting--before which I casually stepped to the side, grabbing his wrist and twisting, bringing him to his knees.
"Don't feel so tall now huh, jackass."
Bringing up my other hand, I stopped just short of breaking his nose, as the other three giants were frozen.
For some reason, I felt like I just made a terrible pun without meaning too...must be my imagination.
Spitting on the ground, I felt like I was being cheated out of a good brawl. "Whatcha standin' there for? Get yer asses in gear!"
The giants looked at one another, then laid down the knifes before pressing their heads to the ground. Curious, I let go of the first giant, and he copied his friends, placing his knife on the ground before lowering his head. Kneeling down to bring our eyes to the same level-which reminded me that they were a lot taller than me.
"Are all giants such cowards?"
The men exchanged looks with each other, then the one with a goatee spoke up. "I don't know why you call us giants, but if a young girl can take on a full grown adult, she must either be a Champion or a god."
Feeling like I was missing something, "Who're you calling 'little g-"
Then it hit.
Why my fingers were so delicate-looking...
Why my hair was so long...
Why they were so much taller than me.
At first I had the urge to swear as loudly as I could, but something held me back-
"FUCK HOLDING BACK!"
Doing what felt natural, I gathered a large amount of ice element-
"Get ready to have your a-"
Then I realized how this must look, for a young child to swear like a sailor, and stopped.
'Dang this body!'
For some reason, I got the feeling I had felt this same way a lot in the past few days...
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Well, it's all right now. So, I think I might change the chapter numbers a little bit, just to make it easier to understand. Anyway, expect more chapter soon! like tommorrow! If I don't upload another two chapters this weekend, yell at me!
readers are so cute when they're angry...ahem!
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