《Eskion -god of all》Caught in-between
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Have you ever felt so small? not in the huh, i feel so small way but in the what the hell can i even do kind of way, staying on lesk was the worst idea i had thought up, oh wait i hadn't, leila had and still hadn't given me a reason why, humans were as bad as they were potrayed everywhere, lying, stealing, theiving, whore mongering... i'm going to stop there, but the esk were much worse, at least from where i stood, no litterally, i stood atop a hill staring down at the village, a raiding party of esk had arrived and were tearing apart the place, i wanted to help, each time some idiot cried out for help i felt guilt, pain, like a knife tearing through my heart, why hadn't i helped yet, three reasons, one; the esk where my creation, obviously i couldn't be expected to just destroy them, two; intefering would set of a chain of events i couldn't forsee, did i want that? absolutely not. what god would not want to know how his universe turns out in the next few years?
I saw a few warriors trying to stand their ground, although from where i stood, they seemed to be caught in the panic; it was a one to ten situation, why was it everytime i tried to relax, some unexpected stuff happens, there was a fifty fifty chance in the next hour tops there would no longer be a village but what did that concern me, i could build it again, but it wouldn't be the same, it never was the same, i sigh.
"They kind of helped me before... not that i needed it"
I was still having problems controlling my second form which i thought was fucked up, i mean really? i grabbed a stick from the floor and closed my eyes which was unecessary but still dramatic, the stick grew longer, smoother, and when i opened my eyes i was staring at an awesome staff, i started down the mountain quickly, using air to fasten my step, the first esk i got to was about to disembowel an old lady, i knocked the knife from his hand and struck him with the staff, the esk practcally disintegrated
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"thank you, thank you, thank you..." the old lady mutters in something trance like
"yeah" i swallow the bile in my throat staring at the ashes of the unfortunate esk, then shook my head; all i had to do was provide support till they could rally and push back the esk, i hadn't given it much thought when an esk rushed at me yelling, swinging his club, i blocked his first blow, ducked then swung the staff low, taking him off his feet; he disengrated before he hit the floor
I grit my teeth and continued into the panic, an arrow flew by me and time slowed, for the second time i could see everything in slow motion, i walked over to a esk with his sword overhead, aiming for a kid and bent his sword towards his chest, turned an arrow back towards the archer, caused more mayhem, stole a sheathe and a sword, touched a few esk with my staff and made my way back to the hill overlookig the battle, all i had to do was figure out how to speed up time again
"Speed up..."
"Abra cadabra..."
"Please..."
"Damnit" i kick a stone and time speeds back up
"Huh, that worked..." i turn to stare at the battle, the humans have some how managed to turn it around, thanks to me.
A few minutes later, the aftermath sickens me;the esks had retreated,blood runs freely, vultures fly above, circling for a feast;dead bodies are piled up, mostly esk dead bodies, the flies have already arrived, i start down the hill, my once brown pants are now red, erach time i pass a dead body i almost retch, that's a lot of times i know...
"Eskion..." i hear someone calling my name
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"..." i turn and stare at the old cheiftan, hunched over on his stick
"We won a great victory today"
"Yeah"
"Why didn't you go with them?"
"I don't know them"
"But they're esk"
"That's racist"
"What?"
"The esk are not all the same, there's the good and the bad...it just depends on what side you're on"
"Like humans"
"Well... i guess"
"Hmmm"
"So you will stay with us then"
"I... i don't know"
"I see"
"What happens to the bodies"
"We burn them"
"All of them?"
"Yes"
"It seems we owe you our gratitude"
"What for?..."
"You!!!" someones shoves me and i stumble
"What the.." i turn to face a crowd of angry looking humans
"Why didn't you help?!!" a young man of about twenty spits
"i knew we couldn't trust him" someone yells
"i..." ingrateful little shits, well to them i didn't do a thing
"Calm down" the old man croons
"B-but..."
"On the contrary, eskion did help us"
"He did?"
"He saved my life" the old woman from earlier stepped out of the crowd
"Forgive us" the old man smiles apologetically
"Uh...yeah, no problem"
"You talk strangely"
"I..."
"Walk with me" the old man turns on his heels and starts towards his hut, careful to step over yhe dead bodies
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