The Beast Maker
The start of a new man
The beast’s breath is acrid in the pit. Jake courageously looks into the middle of its three eyes. “What in Hades is that?” The beast springs forward, pinning Jake to the floor with its ebony black talons, the points so sharp that they make holes in the solid stone floor of the cavern base. The beast lets out a sound that reverberates off the walls of the pit and just as its enormous jaws are about to clamp round the young man’s throat a spear head flies through the back of its throat and stops a hair’s breadth from Jake’s face. The relief as the carcass is pulled off of him is immense. He stands up, sweat making his shirt cling to his muscular body. He sees a face that fills him with hope, adoration and fear. She stands in front of him with long auburn hair and a face that resembles alabaster. Beauty in its purest form! Jake quickly tries to think of a clever line that will make her like him, but before he can, a group of about 8 young people rush into the cave. All are armed to the teeth and dressed like something from a fantasy convention. A burly young man shouts “Sophia! Hurry up. Bring the kid and let’s get out.” The angel of a girl drags him to his feet and helps him out of this dreadful place. “Sophia. Her name is Sophia.” As this thought races through his head he drifts into unconsciousness and is carried away by his Aphrodite.
Thank you. You have no idea how much it means for me to hear something like that
7/3/13