I FAIL MY HISTORY EXAM, SORT OF
Okay, lets do this, good thing I'm not dyslectic otherwise this would take a century to write. So Jackson thinks he's the only one who can pull this sort of thing off? Well watch me.
Right, Chiron says I should introduce myself, also there's this whole warning thing I have to go through before I get to the story. So WARNING! If it so happens that you are a demigod like myself, or if you have that annoying problem of monsters trying to kill you day in and day out, I'd suggest you stop reading now, go to your school and find a satyr, ask and they'll help out, that's their job. Don't know how to reckognise a satyr? Easy, they walk funny and eat cutlary. But if you are a mere mortal and believe all this to be but a work of fiction, feel free to read on, unbelievers. I say again, demigods, do not read this, as much as I appreciate the enthusiasm I'd feel a right git if I found out my work of literary art was responsible for your gruesome and untimely death at the hands of ugly monsters.
Still, reading? Well, your funeral. But if you insist, put your seatbelts on, this is going to get weird.
So my name is Faraday, Davy Faraday. Pulled off a James Bond reference in the first few paragraphs, check. And as I've mentioned before, I am a demigod. What's a demigod, you might be asking yourself. A demigod is what happens when a mortal, that is to say human, and an immortal all powerful god do, well you know, candles, romantic music, some wine maybe, you get the picture. Demigods are children of gods mixing with humans. That's right, gods are real, at least the ancient Greek Olympians, I really don't want to consider the possibility of...well, never mind.
Now that that's out of the way, a little about myself. I am a member of the Faraday family, a very old family stretching on for generations, of course we weren't always the Faradays but we'll get to that later. I'm a mix of a multitude of nationalities. A little bit of German, French, Irish, Italian and many others, all in my blood, which sounds a little weird when I say it like that. But I myself am just American. My family moved here, to Washington before the start of World War number Two, my German great grandparents weren't really into what that Adolf fellow was on about, so they ended up here. My grandparents started this dental company, and they became pretty successful, opening shops all over the world, which gave them plenty of traveling opportunities. And they didn't seem to mind, nor did my mom. She inherited the company and continued the family tradition of travelling, never staying in one place for too long. When I was younger, somewhere between toddler and ankle biter, she used to bring me along, so at least it's nice to know that somewhere in my brain I have memories of places like London, Paris, Tokyo, places I'll probably never visit again. As I got older though my mom decided, for some reason, not to take me along on her travels anymore, saying it was for my own good to stay at home. And that's where the not so good stuff started to happen. The company fell into some unexplainable debts and one thing led to another, bankrupcy, bla bla bla and company was shut down. A dental company, seriously. In the middle of it all, my mom caught lung cancer, no wonder seeing as how she was a heavy smoker. That didn't do her much good, unfortunately. Back then she was still travelling around trying to save her company from falling appart, but the travel took a toll on her, and just a couple of months after being diagnosed with it, she died, on the road. And that was mom, poof, never saw her again. Meanwhile I was left a five year old orphan. I know, tragic right? Well, I suppose so but all that happened a long time ago, so no need to fell all sorry and teary eyed!
Anyways, fast forward eleven years, this is where the tale begins. I lived at this campus in Washington, not a bad place. I fit in well enough, had friends, had enemies, good teachers, bad teachers, evil satanic teachers, the usual. My life was nothing special, I wasn't a special student, good at some things, bad at most others but I always scraped by. I was part of a music group as well, I was good with a couple of instruments but I also didn't mind singing, but when it came to singing I was really picky about songs, otherwise I was okay with almost every kind of music. I was also surprisingly good a history, world history mind you. I don't know why but I just had a knack for memorising names and events, years and dates not so much. I was also pretty good with languages, though I didn't speak any of them fluently or anything close to it, I took Spanish, German and even French classes. What I really despised however, was maths. My German teacher always says maths is the same thing as languages. If that were the case I'd actually be good at it. Maths was my Achilles heel, luckily I wasn't a unique case concerning maths so I never really cared much. Okay, now to sent the scene.
It was sometime in December, don't remeber the exact day. I was sitting in the classroom, writing my history exam. It was a surprisingly sunny day, wasn't very warm but the sun looked so inviting, especially to us students, stuck inside, trying to cram a months worth of information into a single sheet of paper, oh I love the finals. Well actually I didn't have much trouble with history, it was dull work but I wasn't too worried.
I took a short time out after writing about the connections between the American and French revolutions, who'd have thought that Napoleon mightn't have risen to power if France hadn't gone bankrupt because of it's aid during the American Revolution. I was just about to move on to the next question when that strange gut feeling returned. Oh, I should mention I suppose, the weird feeling I kept feeling in my gut, like somebody was playing a bass guitar inside. I don't know why, but whenever I felt that, I got a sense of imminent danger, and my ADHD kicked in.
But before I could do more than twitch in my seat, the feeling was gone. I looked around, nothing had changed. Everyone else was still either writing or staring dejectedly into their papers, while Mr. Pendleton, the history professor, sat at his table, doing his best not to fall asleep. Everytime he nodded off, whoever sat behind me would ask me a question, knowing that I knew the answer, and the moment I gave them the answer, a ripple of whipers would spread across the room, which made Mr. Pendleton jolt awake, adjust his bowtie and stare at us suspiciously, before repeating the process. And so the exam went on.
I'd just about forgotten about my little panick attack when it happened again. I was about to move on to my final question when somebody decided to cut one of the bass strings. I jumped in my seat, but nobody noticed, so engrosed in their exams as they were. I tried to focus on writing but I couldn't even read the question. My foot started to tap on it's own and I started swetting. I felt like somebody was pointing a lazer at me, and any time now a rocket was going to fly out of nowhere and cause all sorts of trouble. I couldn't take it anymore. I shot out of my chair, drawing a few looks from fellow students, walked up to the teacher's desk and handed in my almost finished exam, once Pendleton woke up that is.
He took my paper and gave it a quick scan, lifted an eyebrow and said. "Mr. Faraday are you feeling quite well? You don't look so good, and you've missed one of the questions." Pendleton said, sounding a little disappointed, after all, I was the only one who ever payed attention in his classes so he expected me to get top marks.
"No, not feeling well, not well at all sir." I said, not having to put in too much effort to look sick. "I think I should visit the infirmary." I said.
Pendleton frowned at me, then glanced at his watch. "Well, the bell is about to ring, I suppose you may go then." He nodded.
I turned on the spot, picked up whatever I had on my desk, and left the classroom in a state of utter panick, with only a few minutes to go.
I half walked, half jogged my way, not to the infirmary, but towards the dorms and my room. I knew there was nothing in the infirmary that could help me, so I just ran to the safest place I knew, almost tripping on the stairs and cracking my head on the floor in the process.
As I reached the door to my room, I noticed it was unlocked. Sawyer must have a free period or something. I thought to myself. And true enough, he was inside, splayed across his bed, headphones on, blazing some metal song so loud I could hear it on the other side of the room. Sawyer, as you might have guessed by now, was my roommate, although I only saw him during our music lessons and in the evenings, as otherwise we took different classes. He was a thin, lanky kid, slightly taller than me, with long blonde hair, wearing a Metallica t-shirt, jeans and army boots. We got along well enough, though we didn't really know eachother very well, Sawyer was relatively new to the school. We understood eachother as far as music goes, both of us played the guitar.
At the moment though, I decided not to bother him. He was lying face down in his pillow and blasting music so loud he probably didn't even hear me come in. Instead I went into the bathroom and locked myself in. It was then and only then that I could finally stop and take a moment to breathe. That was a pretty big panick attack there, usually they didn't last so long, nor were they so intense. But after washing my face in the sink and just breathing for a few seconds, I managed to calm down. I leaned on the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. There was nothing special about my face, one straight nose, a pair of amber eyes, some ears, short messy red hair and a small scar on my chin, freak fishing accident, don't ask.
Once I deemed myself calm and collected enough I unlocked the door and came out. Nothing had changed, Sawyer was still in the same position, just a slightly different, louder song playing. I didn't mind. I sat down crosslegged on my own bed opposite Sawyer's, took my iPod from under my pillow and scrolled through a bunch of songs. Not sure of what to listen to I put it on shuffle. I sat like that for a couple of minutes, loosing myself in the music, it always helped me calm down. But after about fifteen minutes I realised I was hungry. On the spot I decided a walk was in order, I still had a while and if I hurried I'd make it back in time without anyone noticing I'd left, certainly not Sawyer.
I got up and opened the door, taking a moment to glance back at Sawyer one more time, not realising that was probably the last time I'd ever see him.
When I left the school grounds it was almost six o'clock, I knew I had to be back by eight, so I had some time to waste. I made my way down the streets, my iPod now playing Bohemian Rhapsody. As usual I kept my right hand in the pocket of my jeans out of habit, clutching the iPod for no particular reason, my other hand swung loosley as I walked. At first I had no particular destination in my mind, then I remembered I was hungry. I'd forgotten to take more money with me so I couldn't afford more than a simple hotdog and some diet coke from a street vendor, I'm not a fan of diet coke but that's all the vendor guy was selling. I sat down on a bench in a local park, it was mostly deserted, just a couple neighbourhood kids playing around, and two tall dudes in black suits off to the side, standing underneath a pine tree and talking silently, in their hands they both held black business suitcases. I took a moment to wonder what they could possibly be doing here in a park in downtown Washington, when they looked like they belonged at the White House. The hotdog distracted me however, and after a few bites I stopped paying attention to them, big mistake.
By the time I finished my meal I'd completely forgotten the reason I left school in the first place, music tends to make me forget myself. After almost fourty minutes of just sitting and listening to random songs, I realised seven o'clock was long passed, and I had to be back at school by eight. I got up instantly and was just looking around for a trash bin when I noticed the two business dudes. They were still there, they hadn't moved from under the cover of that tree. I was about to dismiss the thought when that feeling in my gut returned, as if an amateur was attempting to fine tune a piano. I frowned, but I still turned my back and made my way out of the park, my hands in my pockets, walking a little faster, though that was mostly due to the fact I was about to be late.
After two blocks, I was certain the business dudes were following me, I do not believe in coincidences and I had a hard time believing that those two just happened to be standing in the park for as long as I was there and just happened to be going in the same direction that I was. I picked up my pace now, dodging people going the other way, I even turned off and put away my iPod, the situation was that serious. With only ten minutes to eight o'clock and my stalkers still on my trail, I decided to deliberately try to loose them.
I weered off into an alley at the first possible opportunity and ran across to the adjacent street, then ran across the road, almost becoming roadkill at the hands of an ice cream truck, and into another alley. This alley wasn't a straight line to the other side, it had another path leading to the right, but I just jogged in a straight line. When I was a few yards away from the alley exit, one of the business dudes showed up, blocking my way out. I stopped in my tracks. Great.
I thought. I turned around only to see the other guy already walking towards from the way I'd come. Now was the time to panick, I felt a few piano strings snap inside me. I looked around frantically, there were no catwalks, just the aditional alleyway to my right. I glanced at one the the guys heading towards me, and I blanched. The guy no longer wore a black suit. He was wearing full combat armor, and I was pretty sure that was the kind of armor the Greeks wore two and a half thousand years ago. And the suitcase, oh the suitcase had been replaced with a six foot long metal spear. My head spun to the other guy, same deal, armor, spear. The last thing I noticed about them before I bolted down the alley was that both had black bands tied around their heads, and their faces reminded me of Walking Dead.
When I ran, they ran after, there was no help to be called in the alley. I did my best to slow them down by tipping over trash cans, barrels, crates, whatever came to hand, even a potted plant. It wasn't as effective as I'd hoped. Soon an eight foot fence impeeded my progress. I'm usually not good at climbing over tall fences, but for some reason, the prospect of getting impaled on a spear was a great motivator. With unexpected agility I jumped and managed to swing myself over the fence, just as the two, whatever they were, reached me. They were much slower to climb over in their armor, which gave me the opportunity to arm myself with a metal rod I took out of a trash container. It prooved useful in poking the guys as they ettempted to climb the fence. Three times I managed to unbalance them, causing them to fall down. One of the guys growled at me and tried to stab me through the fence, and he would probably have succeeded, if not for my super fast reflexes. Wait, since when did I have super fast reflexes? I don't know how, but I managed to grab onto the spear and snatch it out of the guy's grip. I was just about to laugh in his face when the other one swung his spear in a wide arch and swiped at the fence. The metal pole in the fence snapped in half as if it were made of cheese and the fence collapsed, so I did the natural thing, I ran. Dead end, you saw it coming, and there I was thinking that only happened in movies. I took a turn and there it was, a solid wall of doom, the only way out of this alley now was through the Greek businessmen. Unless I could fly, and I was pretty sure I couldn't. I spun round, the sound of running footsteps getting closer and closer.
My heart was beating so fast I was sure not even the Flight of the Bumblebee had a slower tempo. My hands were shaking but I kept a firm grip on the spear. My legs however were not shaking, the seemed to do well under stress, tense but steady. Just when my hunters were about to round the corner, instinct took over. Up till then I didn't even know I had those instincts. My legs and arms moved automatically in a split second, like my subconscious just took over and did what I couldn't possibly do willingly. I threw the spear like a professional javerlin thrower. The spear flew across the alley and just in time, the unarmed hunter rounded the corner. The spear went right through him. I was expecting some top noch Quentin Tarantino gore, but the moment the spear came into contact with the hunter's neck, a lethal strike, the hunter disintegrated in a pile of, was that dirt? The spear flew into a wall on the far side, taking a chunk of brick on impact.
I stared, shocked on multiple levels. First, I'd just preformed a gold medal worthy olympic javerlin throw even though I'd never held a spear in my life. Second, I'd just killed a man dressed in ancient Greek armor, who burst into a pile of dirt as if a pot plant had fallen off one of the windowsills up above.
Unfortunately I didn't have time to dwell on any of those thoughts as just then the other hunter appeared, very much alive and very angry. He didn't stop to marvel at my spear throwing abilities, instead he charged me.
"Well, this is it." I said to myself. "A short life but a merry one."
Just as I readied myself to be impaled and finally find out if there really was a tunnel, an arrow zipped through the air somewhere from behind my attacker. As if in slow motion, I watched as the arrow flew uncontested through the back on the man's head and out the forehead. More disturbingly, I witnessed the man turn into dirt up close. The arrow flew past my ear and bounced off the wall, while I got a mansized amount of dirt in my face, wonderful. I spluttered and coughed, spitting mud that tasted a lot like ashes and rot. I was trying to dust off my shirt when I remembered, there was somebody else in the alley with me. I looked up.
As if angry, shapeshifting Greek businessmen weren't enough, right across the alley stood a horse, no, a man, no woman, no horse...woman. My brain was on the verge of imploding when the woman-horse person spoke.
"Don't be afraid." She said, yes definitely a she. "You're safe now, for the time being."
I didn't exactly have an answer, and if I did, I wasn't sure I'd be able to speak. Instead I stared at the newcomer. From the waist up the creature looked like a normal, very athletic woman, with tanned skin, long braided brown hair, a kindly face with chocolate brown eyes. She wore a simple brown leather jacket. But from the waist down, she was a beautiful, light brown arabian horse. A centaur, I realised.
"Y-You, uh...umm." I stammered.
She smiled and approached, slinging a long compound bow over her back as her hooves made loud clopping noises that reverberated through the alley, I was surprised I hadn'd heard the sounds before, they were hard to miss.
"There is nothing to be worried about, I am here to help." She said, and I believed her.
"You, you're a, a centaur." I said once I finally found my voice.
"Centauride." She corrected with yet another smile, a female centaur. "My name is Chariclo."
"And those, things." I said, looking at the spot where the last hunter disintegrated. "What were they?"
Chariclo frowned. "I am not sure, malevolent spirits would be my guess." She said. "Many things have been stirring lately." She looked at me again, he smile fading slightly. "What is your name child?"
I cleared my throat, it took me a moment to remember. "Um, Faraday, Davy Faraday." I said. "What do you mean stirring? And last I checked, centaurs were mythological creatures like the nymphs and driads and stuff."
She smiled again, but this time it looked forced. "Oh I assure you I am very real, but I do not have time to explain myself, I have to get you out of here lest these, creatures come back."
Getting as far away from this place as possible sounded great to me, but I couldn't help but notice she'd ignored my question. "And go where?" I asked instead.
"I shall take you to a safe place for children like you, my husband will be happy to welcome you, once you are there, he will answer any questions you may have." She pointed towards the arrow on the groud. "Would you be so kind."
I turned and picked the arrow off the floor, examining it before I handed it back to Chariclo. "Where is this safe place?" I asked again.
"In New York." She said simply, as if that was an obvious answer.
"New York." I repeated. "And we're in Washington." I said. "How do you plan-oh wait, you want me to, ride you?"
She nodded. "Of course, centaurs can cover distances very fast, I do not often allow mortals to ride with me, but I can make an exception now and then." She said as she returned the arrow to the quivver on her back.
"Wait, hold on." I waved my hands in a stopping motion. "I live in Washington, New York is miles away, and I'm late for school, I'm supposed to be in my dorm room right now, if they find out I-"
Chariclo silenced me with a wave of her hand. "That does not matter now, you are in danger as long as you are here, it doesn't matter whether you are in a dark alley or thinking yourself safe inside your school. They will return, and they will find you." And kill me?
I thought to myself. What is this, Taken?
"What about all my stuff?" I asked. "All my school books and, and stuff." I didn't really have many other belongings, and I could do without the books but I valued my guitar highly. This centaur lady was asking me to leave my home just like that, no explanation, no excuse. And I was grateful and all, that she'd saved my life, but my brain was still sizzling, ready to pop like corn any minute. I had just been attacked by dirt dudes and now I was talking to a mythological creature.
"I am sorry, but you cannot go back, they know where you live, they can track your scent, the only place you'll be safe is in New York." She urged, already offering me a muscular hand to climb up on her back.
"Who are they
?" I retorted stubbornly. "Look, I just went out for a hotdog when I was assaulted, I could just call the police." Even as I said it I realised how stupid that sounded. Like anyone would ever believe I was attacked by two angry dirt zombies and was saved by a centaur, they'd proably think I was an overzealous Harry Potter fan or something.
She gave me a strange look. "You know that will not work, they will not believe you." She said. "Now come, pick up that spear and let us be off, it is a long way to New York but I will manage it easily."
I looked at the spear on the floor. "Why hasn't it vanished as well?" I asked.
"It is a spoil of war, it belongs to you now." She answered.
I knelt down and picked it up. I looked it over for just a moment, I'd examine it in detail some other time. With a sigh, I stood back up and said. "Alright, okay, I'm going." I grabbed Chariclo's arm and she pulled me onto her back with surprising ease.
"Hold tight!" She warned. "Wouldn't want you falling off mid trip, who knows where you might end up." She souded lightly amused at those words for some reason.
"Wont others see you?" I asked. "I mean, it's not like you see a sixteen year old riding an ancient mythological creature through downtown every day, is it?"
She gave one last smile. "The mortals have very poor eye sight."
Before I could ask "Mortals?" I felt a sudden pull at my back, as if a hook had just snached me from behind.
We moved so fast I almost got whiplash. I hugged Chariclo's waist tighter and did my best not to slide off her back. I dared to open my eyes. What I saw reminded me of whenever they went to hyperspace in Star Wars. Everything around me sort of, stretched out, elongated as we zipped past is. I saw tall buildings, skyscrapers, then houses, a factory, then fields, lots of fields and forests, all zooming along as if I was looking out the window of a bullet train. I contemplated asking exactly what laws of physics applied to centaurs, but decided best to keep my mouth shut, as I had the feeling more than words would come out if I opened it. I sat immobile for what seemed like an hour before I felt Chariclo's powerful muscles gradually slow.
I opened my eyes for the second time. It was almost night now, the sun had almost set on the horizon. Then, looking around I noticed a complete change of scenery.
Chariclo had stopped on a small road some miles away from "New York!" I gasped. I was right, those were not the familiar skyscrapers of Washington DC, those were the towers of the Big Apple itself, even in the descending dark I could still spot the tip of the Empire State Building.
"Yes." Chariclo said, she sounded amused. "As I said, we centaurs can cover distances much faster than mortals can imagine."
There was that word again, mortals. I'd have to inquire about that later. "You said the safe place was in New York, why are we here then?" I asked, releasing my grip on Chariclo, my arms felt sore and numb, not to mention my legs and all the other more delicate places.
"This is Long Island." Chariclo explained. "The camp is near here, but I am afraid I cannot accompany you further."
"Camp?" I said inquisitively, jumping off Chariclo's back and stretching my legs. "You didn't mention a camp."
"My husband will explain everything once you're there, but I cannot go with you, not now." She said. "Follow this road, 3.141 Farm Road, that is where you will find safety. There you will see a hill, and on the hill a tall pine tree, that marks the border of the camp. Cross the border, and monsters will not be able to follow you, it is well protected. Go to the Big House, look for Chiron, he will be happy to let you stay, you will be safe there." She said all this in a rather hurried tone, not even looking in the direction she was pointing.
"Why can't you come? Who's Chiron? And monsters? Those things were monsters?" I asked. I didn't understand anything she'd said.
She sighed. "Only do as I say, follow the road, ask for Chiron, he will explain everything."
I knew pressing for answers was futile. I sighed. "Alright, but thanks anyways, for saving my life and, making an exception on your no kid transport rule."
Chariclo managed a smile. "I am glad to help when I can, but this is where we part, and I doubt we will see eachother again soon, if ever."
By now I knew asking why would give no results, so I just nodded. "Okay, um, goodbye then?"
She nodded. "Goodbye Davy Faraday." And, with a smirk, she was gone.
I stood there for a little while longer, admiring the view, night had now fallen completely and the glowing lights of New York truly were impressive. After soaking in the sights I turned round and followed the road. "3.141 Farm Road." I said to myself. "Chiron, that sounds familiar." Now I thought about it, I was pretty sure I'd heard the name a few times before.
The road was completely devoid of traffic, it was eerily silent as well, all I could hear was the whisper of the wind and the distant sounds of the city behind me. Now that I was alone again and moving on my own two legs and not in hyperspace, I took time to recap my day so far. Woke up to a normal day at school, chased out of class by weird gut feelings, followed by businessmen turned psycho dirt zombies, saved by female centaur, transported cross country in less than an hour and dumped on the side of the road with vague explanations and an adress. So far so good.
As I walked along I considered taking out my iPod again, but something told me not to, something. Then I realised what that something was. That tugging feeling in my gut again, now somebody was playing the bass in my stomack. That tune from The Thing, just a constant repetition of the same bass note, it always creeped me out, especially when walking alone in the dark, like now. I glanced back, nobody there, yet. So far as I knew I was completely alone. Nevertheless I gripped my newly aquired spear tighter in my hand, I wasn't sure if I could pull off another stunt like I did earlier but it still felt reassuring to hold it.
Then the thrumming in my gut intensified, and instantly I freaked. Not even hesitating my body went into overdrive, and I ran. And just in time, as out of the dark yet another spear went flying past me so close I could feel it cutting throgh the air. I didn't even look back, I just bolted forward, picking up speed when I heard footsteps in hot pursuit. Then I spotted the hill, just like Chariclo had said. A tall pine tree stood proud on top, I though I saw a big lump of something coiled around the trunk but I didn't have much time to pay attention to it. I ran up the hill panting, as a few spears imbeded themselves in the grass between my legs. I made the mistake of looking back. At least a dozen men in black armor and black bands round their heads were chasing me up the hill. I wasn't sure if I could make it. I though I could try to scare them off so I turned around and threw the spear at the closest enemy. To my surprise the spear hit true and the silent hunter was sent flying down the hill before falling hard on his back and disintegrating into dirt just like the first two.
My moment of glory was short lived however, as more spears came flying my way. One managed to scrape my shoulder. Instantly a sharp pain sent a shock through my body. I'd been cut before, but this felt like the blade was already coated with salt, the cut was shallow but it stung worse than a hornet sting, and I knew that feeling. I almost crumpled to my knees but a sudden burst of adrenaline forced my legs to move. I grabbed one of the spears that they had thrown at me and turned around again, ready to defend myself. Then something moved to my right. What I'd originally thought to be a simple pile of wires coiled around the tree moved. A gigantic serpentine figure raised it's head and roared. But it didn't roar at me, it roared at the attackers. Awesome, at least I have giant lizard backup. I couldn't make the shape of the creature out very well in the darkness, but I wasn't stupid, I'd seen movies, I knew a dragon when I saw one. I almost fainted then and there but was stopped when one of the hunters who had managed to scramble up the hill charged me. He thrust with his spear but I somehow managed to parry with my own. The impact knocked me back and I almost fell over, but something kept me on my feet. He attacked again and this time I dodged. Then I seemed to enter slow motion again. I twisted the spear in my hands and thrust it forward before the enemy had the chance to pull back, the spear stabbed right between the chinks of his armor and I got yet another faceful of dirt. I took a moment to marvel at my victory, but a moment too long. I was just about to turn around and run straight down the hill towards the houses when I felt my back go numb. At first I felt no pain, that would come later. I looked down. There was a hole in my shirt just underneath my ribcage, a little further ahead a spear was imbeded in the ground. It was coated in blood. My blood.
The entire left side of my body felt numb, I guess it hurt so much my pain receptors short-circuited. I stumbled forward, placing my free hand on the hole in my shirt. That was a lot of blood. I fell to one knee in the grass. The last thing I remembered was another loud roar from the dragon, lights turning on in a large house ahead, and a lot of shouting.