Sorry I havent been posting.I've been playing Skyrim. ALOT of skyrim. I have noticed that the majority of readers have disppeared. I dont know whether its the time of year or that this story is running on a bit long. It doesnt matter. This story has an ending and it is approaching. Those who have had the time and commitment to keep up, I guarantee you won't be dissapointed. :) Onwards.

Herry:

The skies eventually cleared and I began my descent down the alpine mountain. I remembered when my dad told me about his trip with my mother skiing during highschool. He told us of this insane story of getting lost in a maze of caves and nearly losing each member almost twice. Sounded like he got lucky. Of course, I knew better now than to beleive he was just lucky. The alpines were well known for their skiing. I wondered if any of those mountains were the setting of the tale of the scary skiing.

The valley below was dotted with farms and a small dirt road though the middle. Not ideal, but it sure was a hell of a lot warmer than the peaks that towered like mighty giants above me. It didnt take long for me to find a hitch iking ride onto a farm truck. The people spoke italian, which didnt help. But I gathered that, via single words and many hand gestures, they were heading towards Milan for vacation. What were the odds? A large city would be easy for me to find a quick ride to Rome. I had miscalculated my position. I crashlanded much further south than I expected. I had thought that I was in Switzerland. In reality, I was a mere two hours from the fashion central city of Milan.

When I reached the city, I noticed the heavy layer of smog and the sea of factories where a few not very tall skyscrapers arose. I was expecting something a little more spectacular, but I would settle. The farmers dropped me off at a tourist centre where I dropped off a few coins for a italian handbook and directions to the train station. My journey was very simple, unlike many of my previous quests. It seemed too good to be true.

It was.

As I waited for the train to Rome. I felt that something bad was coming. I knew better than to ignore it. I sensed danger. I decided that a trip to the bathroom would keep me a little safer. Better than being in the open, right/

Wrong.

As I stared at myself in the mirror, I noticed all the stalls were used. right on cue, the one right behind me flung open. My senses forced me into a duck and thank zeus for that. Because a heavy steel axe hurled right where my head was. From out of each stall burst a six foot tall woman looking like they had come from the caveman age. They began to advance towards me with the intention of killing, I had a few options; 1) Make a run for the door. They would be less willing to attack me in front of several hundred people. it seemed practical. 2) Do the usual beat the shite out of them. Traditional, but challenging. These women looked very tough. It would take a few more than few punches to stop them. 3) Do what they do in the movies and go kung fu with the axe that was wedged into the mirror beside me. It was a ridiculous idea, as I had no experience with a weapon. So which option did I choose might you ask?

I chose the third option. With a lighting fast arm, I grabbed the axe and swinged it in a warning for them to stay away. One of the big women laughed at me and had a shot at me with her six foot long sword. I tried to block it with the axe handle, the sword cut through the axe like butter. Staring at the two pieces in shock. I threw option number three out of the window. Option one seemed like the only option. I booked it as fast as could out of those doors. Unfortunately, the amazonian bloodthirsty cave women were still chasing me . The chase got the attention on people in the area and they began to scatter like ants. Wise choice because these ladies were barging though anything and anyone to get to me. I made a run for the station where my train was departing in a few minutes. I glanced back as I stepped into the carriage, those amazonians were still at my heels. Sitting down wasnt going to be a pleasure I would have during this trip.

The ladies chased me from the front of the train to the back. i would have been flattered if they weren't, well you know, TRYING TO KILL ME. As I reached the dead end of the last carriage, I made a split second decision to hit the roof. The train was moving out of the station and was accelerating to a pretty fast speed. I was waiting for the ladies to come out from the trapdoors. But they didnt need to worry about doors. Right in front of me one of them burst through the roof. She lunged at me but she would soon regret that as I right hooked her right to the cheek, knocking her off of the train. the other two were appearing in two new holes in front of me. I turned and ran towards the front end of the train. they followed me in hot pursuit. I ran and jumped over the gaps in the carraiges until I reached the front of the train. The two women were staring me down from a few feet away.I turned to them and said;

"What do you want from me?"

The bigger one said, "Our Queen wants you dead."

Medea. Of course. Who else would have an army of amazonian bodybuilders at her command? I was between a rock and a hard place. I had no weapons, no breath, and no plan.

then I remebered, I DID have a weapon, I reached for the scythe in my backpack and unsheathed it.

"You want me dead? Well, come at me."

The two women charged at me ready to strike. I charged in return. The smaller woman gave the first swing. I ducked and swung at her, she blocked it, what she didnt expect was when Ihooker her weapin towards me and headbutted her right between the eyes. She went out like a lightbulb and collapsed off of the train. Now it was the bigger one, with her blonde mohawk and rippling muscles. She must have scared all the men away from her. Who would want to sleep with that?

Unfortunately, she was smarter than she looked and when I blocked her, she surprised me with second dagger and sliced me on the my scythe arm. My block gave way and she knocked me to the ground. As she prepared to deliver the final blow, she looked up in horror as a bridge came out of nowhere and planted her face in the wall. As the bridge passed, I picked up the scythe and looked around. Fate had saved me this time. I had to be more careful. I now knew that I was a wanted man. And this time I didn't have redhaired companion to save my ass.

I plan to post a little more during the holidays to finally finish this story after almost 6 months. See you all then. :)