Chapter 6 - Garvoar's hunger

Miguel dodged when his body could, whether by instinct or the words he read on the stone, this had just saved his heart that was almost staked. His body jerked to the side and with that all he heard was the crash of an impact. Remains of the now destroyed statue were in the air, once imposing and unique, now all that was left were its marble feet.

His vision soon adjusted again and he saw the creature. She was now no longer the height of a child but at least 2 meters tall, from her back and waist at least 6 black and brown tentacles came out. The gills came and went in a kind of breathing and also disgusting and disgusting greenish liquid came out of them and fell to the ground. All he could think and feel besides a fearful fear for his new life was that this creature was like the exact description of the Ctulhu in its much smaller version.

She smiled with her round and retracted teeth almost like a snake or dragon, she knew she was being investigated by him and he seemed to amuse her strangely, a small drool derived from her saliva came out from between her open and smiling mouth. He got up from the ground with some tired delay and closed the monster, not daring to take them off, he knew that this would mean his certain death.

Being faced with a possible death again made his stomach completely retract, either out of repulsion at being in front of him or going through that feeling again... He can't tell which one. Even if it were a branch or a stone, he wouldn't die without at least fighting for the chance to live. He flipped through the corners of his eyes quickly and precisely. He saw a rock the size of his fist, it was a few meters in front of him, there was just one problem... it was very close to the creature.

No chance, he thought it would be impossible to get to her without the tentacles hitting him, he himself saw that they were capable of going through a person's chest. To his right, about 3 meters away, was a small broken branch whose end formed a point almost like a spear... Maybe this one, no, it's very small. His options were few to defend himself against that. After thinking for a few seconds he came up with the only way he would have any minimal chance of surviving... He was right about that, if he was going to die again, let it be fighting this time.

The creature had a high level of intelligence because it could communicate, he thought. Even if it was something useless, if it were to survive. Was a bargain possible? Miguel had a question and would like to know his answer.

´´-Why didn't you kill me before?´´ His voice said that he was already under control and that uncomfortable and dull fear was now small. The creature removed its smile from its face and thought for a few seconds.

´´-Our conversation was gratifying for me, besides... I'm curious about the person you are... I haven't met a Miguel in many decades.´´ His statement was contradictory, he thought, even if he was curious because I kill now?

´´-You didn't really convince me, creature!´´ A grotesque smile followed by a laugh came out of her.

Her act of laughing caused her to be momentarily distracted, which gave him the chance he wanted. He jumped towards the branch and then stood up with it in his hands. the creature looked at this with some mockery, certainly for her it was a pathetic attempt at survival.

I clutched this pathetic and fragile piece of stick as hard as my life depended. Even if it was a pathetic act I'm tired of not fighting for my life, in the end... that's all I care about. The creature in front of me was salivating all the time, it expelled an excruciating hunger that made my stomach turn every moment. (-I must certainly be a very delicious target for him anyway.) Skeptically he thought about the chance he would have in a long-range combat with Garvoar... No, under no circumstances should this happen. a long-range combat would just be a suicidal act with his tentacles since their range must be at least 3 meters or more. My best chance is to end this as quickly as possible.

The delay in my thoughts gave him an opening to attack. In a mere second he propelled himself with a shrewd leap towards me. A few seconds were enough and he was already in front of me. His upper tentacle unfolded and with speed cut through the air in a thrust towards my chest. I felt that gelatinous surface of the gills on my arm, whether by instinct I ducked at the exact moment and the tentacle passed straight through. Then I dragged myself to the left and then recovered with the momentum of a survivor.

When I went up I looked at the creature's face, it had a confused look and above all annoyance, it was certainly angry at not dying so easily.

his round teeth opened in a morbid smile... ´´-I didn't expect him to survive this long...´´ A macabre laugh similar to a rodent's growl penetrated my ears. ´´-But still, and just a runaway worm!`` It was certainly an attempt to destabilize me, she was a sensible and fleeting creature, she knows that this can determine who lives or dies in situations like this.

A shame... Because your attempt was failed and null, strangely I felt much safer than before and that other time demonic creature, now it was just in my mind a step to not lose my second precious life that was given to me By heaven... Whoever gave me this second chance

I would kiss her feet as a thank you. If he were Buddha, he would be bald and would never touch any woman again.

Even being in front of this being, in this situation, what surprised me most was something different from the ordinary or real for me, he was there and appeared at the moment I read the word Standish on the stone tablet.

Even if such a fact was impossible... it was there right now in front of me a little below my head and my line of vision... and what was there was simply a small symbol of a half-open eye with white details and in its front indicated the number 4.

I had no idea what this fact means, but when I stopped to think about it, as soon as I opened my eyes in the middle of that damned plantation, I felt eyes closing on me, everyone judged me as if I were an actor in a play and they were the directors.

They looked at my steps and my decisions in an irritating way, I thought. A chill went up my spine and ran through my entire body, it was like being unwell. I concluded by making sure to look at the eye symbol that was just standing there, inherent in anything.

The creature noticed the way I was rambling and thinking while standing in front of him and with a voracious impulse he jumped towards me again. Its black tentacles came towards me one by one, with no time to think.

The first came with total direction... my head with superhuman speed, on instinct I dodged to the left only to find another and another seeking my heart.

The speed was so great that there was no time to dodge everything I thought and I held on. The probability was that this stick would cushion most of the impact, which was not a good situation for me since it then broke in half. .

Splinters flew in every direction... The only weapon I had was reduced to two small pieces of wood in my two hands. The feeling of certain death returned again and the creature showed a slight arrogant and greedy smile, almost like a starving child when he found a piece of biscuit...

Random thoughts came to mind, and they were all of me sitting in that old, worn-out armchair that, although it looked uncomfortable, was not me at all. Having been sitting in it for part of my childhood left an impression on me, but not him but the person who was next to me.

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In a small house, tidy and extremely clean, almost shining in my eyes with so much cleanliness, a mother read to her son slowly and pleasantly so that he could understand the story as much as his age allowed. the book had many names and complex symbols but there was one fact... He didn't like reading as much as his mother but he accompanied her on these literary journeys with pleasure. She made everything she touched fun, even in the situation we were in.

The book that they were both reading, or better said just by her, was being read page by page, just the idea of reaching the end of it told me that the bad part of the day, which was a large part of it, was about to arrive. My mother's hair went back and forth when she blew it, it was masterful, I thought as a child, today my opinion is even stronger. Her name Lisa pierced my senses, I hadn't referred to her by her name in a long time.

The book told us the story of a young girl who was trapped in a tower and never saw the light of the sun and ended up falling in love with a prince, for my mother it was a terrible story full of clichés I bet, but for a stupid child it was enough to cling to and just fall asleep and sleep.

My mother read in her announcer's voice without even the slightest error or interruptions, her beautiful but at the same time hoarse voice was forever engraved in my mind. She completely read the chapters until she finally reached the final arc. Everything seemed more incredible than my mind made me think... of course the final arc was terrible for both of us.

The small child's voice sounded melancholy and aroused the curiosity of the older woman in front of her. ´´-Mom... why do the windows have iron that prevents us from seeing the sun like the princess?`` I still remember my mother's shocked look, she swallowed hard. Even if I asked her at the time, in no scenario I could fully understand... after all, she was just a child.

 Later, as an adult, I understood why my mother was so compulsive about cleaning and making sure everything was in order. She knew that if something was in the wrong place or broken, not only would she be hurt, but me too, and she wouldn't be able to bear that under any circumstances. circumstance. My mother's shock as well as mine multiplied infinitely with the slight click of the lock being opened.

Even though we were there on the floor, still, absorbed in time and the world outside those bars, I still felt welcomed, all because of her. Her hug was warm and welcoming, very different from the punches and kicks he gave me.

 I tried to be strong for her as she was for me, I constantly failed because I could only cry and cry... Pathetic child I thought all the time, he who cannot protect even his mother is pathetic and deplorable, I am pathetic and deplorable.

The door opened and revealed the man who smelled of alcohol.

[Failures and more failures]

[Stargazers have different feelings about their past. Some laugh and some lament, others wonder why their mother didn't become a rising star.]

But what the hell was that all about in my mind?

these bold words floating in my mind almost like words from an open book and stuck to my brain and senses.

[Someone who can let go of pain and suffering just to try to give a living, colorful world to their child is the strongest and most unstoppable warrior, even the ones in the stories they read.]