Adventure Awaits! - Mary
627 Words
Mary breathed in the fresh, clean air as she stopped at the top of a luscious green hill. She had always dreamed of adventure, and she wondered where she would go first. Fortuna was a bustling little city, but she was looking for more of an adventure in the countryside.
With copper-red hair and freckles on her cheeks, she was always seen as more of a fiery lass rather than a fine lady. She needed to get away from the town she lived in and strike out to meet new people and have new experiences.
“Sumar!!” she shouted aloud. “That’s where I’ll go!”
She bounded down from her perch on top of the hill, her bag full of tools and supplies bouncing against her back. She was excited to get moving on her journey.
But running soon turned into jogging, and jogging turned into walking as she grew more and more exhausted.
“I guess I’m a just a bit out of shape.” she exclaimed aloud.
She talked to herself more and more as the day wore on and the sun went down. Finally, she dragged herself off the path to set up camp for the night.
Then, she heard crying. Chills crept down her back, giving her goosebumps. The voice crying was deep, and sounded very lonely.
Mary stood still, wondering what to do. She was in a heavily forested area, thick with foliage and trees, and she figured she could possibly hide.
But her curiosity was too great. She slowly crept through the trees to glance at what was making the noise. When she saw him, she made a little squeak, and her eyes grew wide.
Leaning on a large tree was a massive man, two and a half meters tall at least, and barrel-chested. He had arms as thick as a bear’s leg, and legs as wide as the trunks of trees. His face was smooth and sharp, but looked beat up and bruised all over.
This strange sight of a giant man who was balling his eyes out made her feel sorry for him. She grabbed her small knife out of her bag and slowly approached him. “He...Hello? Are you alright?”
The giant looked up from his red blotchy eyes and responded with a voice as deep and dull as could be imagined, “Brutus...is...fine. He knows nobody can hurt him.”
Mary was curious as to why he spoke of himself in the third person, but she wanted to know what was going on first.
“Why are you crying Brutus?” she asked the giant in a calm and gentle voice.
Brutus sniffed. “Brutus killed deer while petting it. Accident…”
He looked down again as if afraid of getting a reprimand, but Mary saw that he was hurting.
“What are you doing in the forest?” asked Mary as kindly as she could.
Brutus looked up once again and said, “People don’t like Brutus. They try to hurt him. So he runs from people into the forest.”
Mary felt a lump in her throat. She fought it down and grabbed some bread out of her bag. “Here Brutus, this is for you.”
Brutus looked at her with suspicion in his eyes, but reached out with a massive paw of a hand and grabbed it. He downed the bread in one bite and looked at Mary like a child would to their mother. He got up, standing eight feet tall at his full height, and hugged Mary.
Mary was very surprised and nearly stabbed him with the knife in her hand, but she stopped herself when she realized how gentle he was being with her. Brutus mumbled in a tired voice, “Brutus go with the flame-haired girl.”
And just like that, she had a new traveling partner.
- Writer
