A lone wanderer crept closer to the mountain as it took another earth-shattering step. When he craned his neck up to look at the beast's head, he found that its entire face was shrouded in dank shadows. The sun was trapped behind it, casting a colossal sillhouette accross the valley.

Swallowing fear, the wanderer darted out from his hiding place, latching hold onto the enormous foot before him.

He climbed. He climbed and climbed and climbed and climbed and climbed. He climbed until it felt like he could scrape the heavens that had sent him on this very journey with his blade. The beast lurched around in a panic, fighting with every wild movement to shake the little person from it's fur. But, the wanderer's grip stayed firm, and he continued to ascend until he had reached the mountain's peak. Slipping his eyes shut in respect, (and hints of guilt?) the wanderer plunged his sword into the beast's skull.

As its roars trailed off and it dropped to the ground, the wanderer freefell from where there had just been fur beneath his feet. He cursed as he slammed into the earth, jarring all of his senses with shock and agony.

The little wanderer managed to look up one last time, and even through the pain he felt his stomach clench with trepidation. He was only able to catch a short glimpse of hellish black tendrils rising from the beast's body before they were punching through his chest, his mouth, his eyes, his arms, his legs, and his heart, and the wanderer died.

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His eyes drifted open, and he drowsily pulled himself to his feet. Agro, snorting and neighing, trotted around from behind the small shrine. He smiled, and petted the horse softly, then climbed onto it's back. He held the sword to the sky, urging Agro on in the direction of the light, and the second colossus to be slain.

(x)

He leapt, and disgust and guilt filled his every sense. His hands brushed soft fur, and he clung with all his might. The beast bellowed in panic( rage, his mind told him.) His own determination and fear urged him on. As he reached the creature's head, he readied his sword.

Hesitation.

The beast whined, a terrible sound that cut its way deep into his heart.

No.

He can't let this get to him.

For her.

For her, he would do anything.

Give anything.

Be anything.

The sword shined cruelly in the bleeding sunlight as it slid into the glowing sigil upon the mountain's peak.

Black blood sprayed angrily into his face, and tendrils of darkness wormed from the wound, circling around him and darting from place to place like predators hunting their prey.

Everyone is the architect of their own destiny.

(x)

He jumped, and died,

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He hid, and died.

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He swam, and died.

(x)

He fell, and died.

(x)

He ran, and died.

(x)

He prayed, and died.

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He sobbed, and died.

(x)

He fought, and died.

(x)

He tripped, and died.

(x)

He floated, and died.

(x)

He screamed, and died.

(x)

He closed his eyes, and died.

(x)

He knelt, and died.

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He thought of her, and died.

(x)

The little wanderer ignored the men standing around him, and the overwhelming agony from the sword lodged in his chest. His gaze reached behind them, to the girl still as death on the altar that he had given everything for.

He reached for her, and died.

(x)

Fin.