Chapter 2
Advancing toward me, the ladies began to transform. Not oh-she's –actually-a –goddess transforming, but rather, oh-she's –ugly-and-old-and-is-somehow-getting-uglier-and-older transforming. Not good news, apparently. The creases in their withered faces deepened, etching permanent crevices in their snarling visages. Their hands, reaching toward me, thinned into pointed (and deadly) needles. Fire erupted from the roots of their nearly-gone hair, eradicating all remains of their graying tresses. It was a wonder they hadn't become bald yet, considering the 5-feet tall flames that I could have roasted marshmallows in. And so, Ugly, Older, And Annoyinger (okay, I know that's not in the dictionary, so shut up and stop complaining) Ladies 1 and 2 proceeded to advance toward me, cackling and flaming their Babies R Us shirts. What a waste of cotton.
However, when they approached within two feet of me, I began to worry.
Birds began encircling us, perching precariously on trees bending with their weight (yes, I just called them fat). And not the normal blue jays, robins, or pigeons, but rather gigantic crows with glinting, bloodred eyes. Their knife-sharp claws pierced the tree bark, forming deep crevices onto the wood. Scary.
Then the final straw was broken- a 2 story tall Minotaur formed from the shadows.
I despaired.