“I told you, nothing is unreachable!” Marshal grinned.
“We still have some blocks to climb, though,” John replied catching breath.
“Always so negative,” Marshal laughed. “We’re already…”
One of the blocks moved in a distance. It rose. Two red eyes shone towards them. A stone giant of cubic shapes, just like the blocks around them. Like the one underneath them. Another stood up. Then another. And another.
“We got to get away from here…”
Two red eyes lit on the rock in front. The ground under their feet trembled…
The huge mountain troll had been listening to the story from his cave underneath. He remembered the event like it was yesterday, even though he could not count the winters gone by since then. Disgusting little humans coming around to steal his gold.
“Once upon a time…”, followed by lies, lies and other lies. “The greedy troll”, they said. That smelly little human described as a hero.
That much he could handle. It was the end. The end were that little brat supposedly had fooled him, even slayed him. Him, the King of the mountain, tricked and murdered by a human? He felt his blood boil in his veins of anger…
The sun was piercing through the morning mist, the world awaking. Little birds were singing, insects looking for the day’s first meal. A little butterfly was coming straight towards him. It was surrounded by a strange glow. Magic.
It flew up in front of his face and stopped in mid air. Hovered for a while. He rubbed his eyes, opened them again.
It had the the face and body of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her naked body shone of sensuality and lust. She stared at him with intense, big eyes.
-What… What are you? He stuttered.
-I was about to ask you the same thing, she answered, smiling a curious little smile. -What are you doing here?
He didn’t know what to say. What was he doing there? What happened last night? He didn’t remember much, but it sure had been fun. He looked around. He was in some overgrown garden. He couldn’t tell where.
-I… I guess I’m lost, he said.
-You look lost, she chuckled. Her words sunk into his hung over nerves, like she was telling him a deep truth about his life.
She viewed out on the creatures who had created what she had become.
People fled in panic, away from the mass coming up from the sea. A polar bear condemned into exile, fused with all kinds of artificial waste. A radioactive plastic monster.
Andrew froze, unable to believe his eyes. He had known ever since his teenage years there would be consequences of mankind’s destruction, and now he was staring it in the eyes. A barrel knocked him down. Plastic bags stuck to his face, around his arms and body…