Chapter 2: Stubborn
It had been a couple of hours since I was told to get to work. But chopping trees with the blunt copper axe which Guide gave me was not an easy task, and focusing on what I was doing was even harder. I had a thousand questions swimming in my head, and I had no way of getting them answered.
Except Guide. He'd probably know the answer to most of them. But for some reason, I felt like asking Guide questions was... below me. I felt like I should be fighting in great battles, changing the world... and not sitting around and hacking at trees with a damn copper axe! But it's not like I could stop- I didn't know what night would bring, and having a house sounded useful. But asking guide to help me with things I could deal with myself? I could certainly avoid that.
As I was thinking about all this, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my finger, and heard a snap of a breaking bone.
"GOD DAMNIT!" I shouted, throwing the axe on the ground and clutching my broken index finger.
"Are you alright? I... I have a healing potion if you need-" The guide started.
"I don't need your stupid healing thing, screw you very much!" I snapped.
"Oh- um, ok. Sorry," The Guide said sheepishly. I snarled at him and went back to nursing my finger. I tried picking my axe back up, but the finger I broke hurt to much for me to hold it properly. (with both hands, so I didn't break another finger.) I tried anyways, and it flew out of my hand, bounced off the tree and landed on my foot, resulting an intense pain and the inability to feel two of my toes.
"Ah, to hell with it! Give me a healing thing!" I shouted. Guide handed me a syringe, filled with red liquid.
"Just stick it in your arm and press the thing on the back. There's also a drinkable version, but this one works better for people who don't have armor," Guide said.
"Does it look like I give a crap?" I asked, sticking it in my arm. I pressed the end, and felt as the red liquid entered my bloodstream. A warm feeling washed over me as my injuries fixed themselves. The only injury remaining was a very small pinprick in my arm, which disapeared when I removed the syringe.
"Useful, right?" Guide asked.
"Sure," I replied, flinging the syringe away. I picked up the axe (Which was now stained with blood) and began hacking at a tree which I had already almost felled.
"Um, might not want to-" Guide started to say.
"I DON'T CARE!" I shouted angrily, slamming my axe into the tree. There was a great snap, and I noticed too late which direction the tree was falling. With a thump, the tree fell directly on top of me.