Edited.
The trek from the land of the giants the previous night had tired me out. When I awoke, I found myself sprawled out onto my back.
Now fully awake, I grasped my weapon beside me: a short mace that I was given at a young age. It made noises when I moved it, therefore spoiling my plans of sneaking up on enemies, but it was sufficient protection.
I shoved the blanket aside and rolled over onto my stomach. The ground below me was soft and comfortable, seemingly padded, but it no longer served me; there were things to do. My first task was to find something to eat, I realized, as my stomach rumbled. Before that could possibly be done, though, I had to find my way to the place I knew there would be food: back in the land of the giants.
Crawling on my knees at first, since I was weary still from the night before, I found that I was on a ledge as I tumbled down the side. It was a short ledge, but the landing was painful. I could feel my shoulder bruising, and I let out a soft cry of anguish. I would have to ignore the pain, though, and press forward if I was to eat.
After climbing to my feet, I wavered for a moment. I didn’t feel steady, and my shoulder ached. When I finally was centered, holding onto the side of the ledge, I looked around. My path was visible, but fraught with perils. Numerous obstacles stood in the way. I would have to get past them all to get to my destination. With a look of determination I thought to myself, what better time to start than the present?
I strode forward with the need of adventure, and soon found the first foe. A dragon stood before me, sitting still as a statue. He didn’t move, but his eyes were fixed on me as if watching a lamb come nearer.
I let out a raucous roar and charged at the dragon, brandishing my mace. My weapon planted itself into the head of the dragon, throwing it to the side. It let out a high-pitched shriek of anguish. I cringed at it’s cry of pain, but finished it off with a stomp to its exposed neck.
After a moment of silence for the felled creature, I grinned with triumph. Sure, it was a small dragon, but it was now out of the way. Stepping forward, I saw my next task.
There was a large castle that the dragon had protected. Villagers lay inside and, for those who had no home, around the castle. It was still early morning; I could probably get around them all without hindrance.
Silently, I crept past the castle. My plans were foiled, though. I accidentally stepped on one of the men that lay around the foundation. I tripped over him and collapsed onto a number more people. Letting out a cry of surprise, I rolled over and leapt to my feet. The disturbance had scattered the men, and some of them were already up and ready to defend their castle. I had no choice but to lay it to ruins.
My mace swept through the air, smashing through the offending men. They were laid to silence, never to make another sound. It became my job to take down their castle along with them, for who would inhabit it after they were gone? It would be a shame to leave it abandoned.
It wasn’t long before their civilization was no more, defeated by one man. Rubbish was all that was left. Though tired and hungry, I was proud of myself. I was the best fighter around; I had slain a dragon and defeated an army of men. Why, I could achieve world domination if I wanted to!
My chest puffed up with pride, I browsed around the castle ruins. I would take the spoils of war, and therefore support myself by fighting. Alas, they had no food in the entire castle. Despite my lack of nourishment, I continued on my path.
This time, I felt no fear or qualms with walking right past enemies. I was safe; fearless; powerful. Sure enough, no one dared to detain me. They had obviously seen my display of power. My mace swinging at my side, I proceeded.
I swaggered up to a large wooden arch that would lead to my destination. It stood at least five times my height, almost menacingly. I felt threatened only momentarily before walking through, its size daunting.
Through this archway seemed to be a different world, but there was a familiarity about it from my previous trips. It was the land of the giants. I would have to be careful lest I was caught and imprisoned.
Being as quiet as possible, I tip-toed through the land. I looked around as I walked, as fascinated as every time that I left the comfort of my own land. Large cushions lavished a corner to my left and on the same wall was a box with moving pictures. Above my head was a sky of pale blue. Wind swirled down on me from the winds of wooden blades spinning in circles. I took a moment to inspect the ceiling before returning to my quest.
I strode through the land in search of food. I left the soft, cushion-y area to a black and white tiled floor. Finally, I found a banana gracing a large stump. How random it was to find a banana, but I was sure to seize the opportunity nonetheless.
It was, however, incredibly high up. My fingers wiggled through the air as I stretched as far as I could to get to the prize that seemed just out of reach. I grunted and whined, trying to make myself go a little farther.
My noises betrayed me, though, and I was given away to the queen of the giants. She was lovely, but fierce. I began fearing for my life, but continued to try to grasp the prize above me. I would not survive without food, so what would become of me if I did not try to withstand the giant’s punishment for theft?
She easily lifted me off the ground, laughing at me. I whined loudly and squirmed, angry with myself for not getting away sooner. The giant queen took me away from the stump and over to their prison. Defeated, I slumped onto my butt and threw my mace aside. I was a prisoner, and I had lost. So much for world domination.
The hunger began digging into my stomach. I cried out with the pain. Soon, the giant queen returned to me with the banana I was attempting to reach. I let out a laugh of glee and grasped it hastily. It was prepared for me, already peeled. I could get used to this. Perhaps the life of a prisoner wasn’t so bad.
I wrote this because I thought the idea was cute, and it had been milling around in my mind for a while. I hope to polish it up and submit it into a short story contest.
[b]Only read the spoiler once you've read the story, please.
[spoiler] There's something I need advice on: whether to make it more obvious that this "adventurer" is a baby/toddler. Can that be seen from reading the piece, or should I add something at the end that makes it more clear?[/spoiler][/b]
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