The Giants.
200 Words
The earth stopped to rumble and something tore out of the earth. Into the middle of the woods a mountain appeared, the mountain form nowhere.
A tall and elegant figure with black hair appeared from the chasm, he was dressed in golden robes and his hair inky black and green eyes filled with deceit and mischief.
"Impossible...," Bianca uttered.
Jeremy stumbled on his as he stared at the god wlaking forth with a smile so charming, not just mortals but even immortals would melt like wax under the flame of the candles.
"Is he?" Jeremy uttered.
"You damn right, boy, he is." Bianca replied.
"And he rose above tearing the earth?"
Bianca gave him an exasparate look. "Do you really need an explaination?" She snapped.
"No..," he said, "... I am good."
Jeremy paused and frowned. He spoke again, "why are you so sure that he wouldn't kill us?"
"Because, he is Loky." Bianca chirped.
"Exactly my point, why?" Jeremy still asked.
"Okay Amaela...," Bianca whispered to herself, "... don't bail on me I might need you now more than ever."
Loky's smile had widened like he just remembered a joke and it was the most amusing in the world.
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