Its fingers were long. The fingers that housed its nails were wrapped with thin skin. So thin was the skin, it made it look as if the nails were one with the fingers. Its hand looked like claws designed to kill. The nails stretched, fully opening above him. This was the last time the monster came for him. So it believed.
He lay on the open desert land. The hard rock below him was from the past city that once stood in the desert sands. The ancient city was now the battleground between him and the monster. The large skinny hand suddenly rushed towards him. As it raced to crush him, the sun was eclipsed by the size of the monster’s hand. As the monster’s hand got closer, the wind blew fiercely over the large hand, creating a powerful whirlwind. So power was the whirlwind created by the hand, it blew the warrior off the rock he laid on and threw him onto the large obelisk that stood next to the monster. How ironic the hand that was meant for his death, saved him.
He landed with the right side of his body on the obelisk. He was about 7 feet above the ground when he hit the obelisk. His fall back to earth was softened by the great sands that gathered at the base of the obelisk. The monster was a slow and stupid creature. It laughed in victory, thinking that the blood that seeped under its hand was that of the warrior. The monster felt a joy that finally, after 800 years, it had killed the persistent warrior. The warrior who woke it from its eternal slumber. A sharp pain struck the monster under its palm. It jerked its hand off the rock and it realized that the blood was from its own hand. The monster saw red.
It yelled to the heavens with great fury. As if under a wild and violent trance, the monster began to punch the ground beneath him. It punched the earth so hard that sandstorms formed with each blow it delivered to the earth. Foolish creature, blinded by rage it continued to punch the earth regardless. The sandstorms formed thickened with each punch. The sandstorms rose higher to the heavens until the great dust of the sands got so thick that the dust got into the monster’s eyes. This was the warrior’s opportunity to strike.
The warrior saw the monster cry in anguish from the dust in its eyes. His rib throbbing from the heavy fall, he unscathed his sword and used it as a cane to stand up. The monster continued to cry out in pain seeking to find its sight. The warrior finally found the strength to stand on his feet. He closed his eyes and slowly lifted his sword over his head. He prayed for the heavens to shower him with the strength to slay the monster. He prayed to the winds to continue being fierce to blind his enemy. Within the beats of his heart, his sword lit with the power of his faith. He leapt forward to slay the monster.
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