I walked through this surreal Enchanted forest, fiercely, as I was an a very important mission and wasn’t going to let anything get in my way. I was searching for the beast, Grimgar the name. After a long, exhausting journey I came face to face with the mighty beast. His empty pitch black eyes gazed upon my much smaller figure. Towering at nine feet tall and covered in rough, brown skin, Grimgar looked terrifying. Despite his intimidating appearance I stood my ground. I was about to attack him with my trusty steel sword, but he said something that made me pause in my tracks. He raised his calloused hands and pointed at the scar on my face with his finger. “Hurt” his gruff voice echoed through both of my ears. I was taken aback when he noticed, even more surprised when he almost seemed to actually care. He handed me an eye patch which seemed to be handcrafted and made with a lot of different plants that could only be found in this very forest. I took it, still on high alert. I carefully put it on and was almost instantly hit with a soothing feeling. Over time Grimgar and I grew closer with each day that passed together. He’d show me the flowers he tended to, make me new clothes, bake me new treats with ingredients that could only be obtained by going into this forest. Oh the trust he had in me almost made me take pity on him. And now here I stand with that same steel sword just barely touching his back, as he slept ever so peacefully. It’s so very sad and kinda stupid how we all become so naive when we’re just looking for a friend.
This is a narrative story about a beast named Grimgar.