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Faster and faster he ran, his legs carrying him as far as he could. His blue shirt swayed in the breeze, and the fog surrounding him seemingly grew denser and denser with each passing minute. His breathe had gotten heavier and heavier as time went on, and beads of sweat dripped from each and every pore along his body. Taking a minute to stop and rest, he placed his hand on the cobble wall beside him. He hadn't a clue how long he had been running for, nor could he remember what exactly he did to deserve to be placed in his current predicament. However, each and every once of those concerns were completely nullified upon hearing his name called out in the distance behind him. The voice was hoarse and raspy, with almost a sickly coughing to it. The voice made his blood run as cold as the air surrounding him.
"Steve," groaned the deep, menacing creature. Steve turned around. backing up ever so slowly away from the noise, his breathing completely still. He could hear the sound of faint footprints approaching, and they belonged to a creature far worse than any mob he had previously encountered. Tattered iron armor adorned his weak body, as well as a diamond sword clutched tightly in his hand. Again he turned and ran, not daring to look back once more. (Read more...)
Written by Icydice.
November 2018 Pasta of The Month Winner.