The Final Fight
I stand in the empty field, waiting patiently. My long, fiery red hair flies in my face, but I don't care. At my side, in one hand, I clutch my bow. In the other, I tighten my grip on the hilt of my sword in its sheath. I narrow my eyes as a faint sound reaches my ears. The distant sound of wings. I take my hand off of my sword and reach on my back for an arrow. I load the bow and pull it back, waiting for the perfect moment. Suddenly, it comes into view. And it is just as terrifying as all the legend state. Protective shell of scales upon its back, eyes that cause paralysis, mouth full of over 300 razor sharp teeth that shoots out acid and fire. Spiked back and wings. Dragon head and body.
This is the Beast.
As the Beast draws nearer, my hand tightens on the quiver of the bow. When it is finally close enough to see its eyes, I close my own. This is what I have been training for. I take in a deep breath, and aim with closed eyes. I let go, and the arrow goes flying. An earsplitting shriek tells me I have hit my first target. Now I aim for the second. I release the arrow, and another shriek tells me I can open my eyes. I study how accurate my shot was. There is a bow in each eye, in the dead center of the pupil. I smile as the Beast thrashes about, and I unsheathe my sword, reluctantly dropping my trusty bow. I raise my sword over my head and let out a warrior's cry. "For Nuuthen!" I shout my dead brother's name as I charge towards the Beast, who is still blind, all power gone from its glassy orbs. I am only as tall as a leg, but for a beast this size, small and quick is the best way to kill it. I slice at its thighs, making its dark navy blue knees buckle. I do it to all of the legs, and instead of falling, like I plan, it shoots mini balls of fire at me. I expertly dodge them, but one makes me duck and roll, and that leads the fireball right to my bow. "No!" I cry out, and I try to smother the flames with the remains of my water. But I know it is no use. Hot tears sting my eyes as I turn to the beast and roar, "First you kill my brother, then you destroy the only thing to remember him by?" I take my sword and storm towards it once again. It moves so that I am underneath it, and a sudden idea occurs. But it is one that involves the ultimate sacrifice. I bite my lip and say, "I, Maiibon Portana, will die a hero."
I stab the Beast's belly six times, Nuuthen and my favorite number. The stabs immediately shine gold and the monster's knees finally give in. And the dreaded beast, the one who has been terrorizing the land and killing innocents for thousands of years, finally falls. On top of me. "Nuuthen." I whisper, my last words. "Here I come."
(Nuuthan- New•thain)
(Maiibon- May•bahn)