The story of Gorgo gro-Balrog and Dharma - Backstory chapter 3

• Posted by Juniorrat December 15, 2011 - 873 views

                                               Chapter three

       He was running. wind gently caressed his face as he bounded on a winding path through pine trees. there was snow. around him, falling softly as he swept past it. up ahead in the distance he saw a light at the end of the path. bright and blinding. he quickened his pace, letting his feet do the thinking. suddenly he hurtled out into broad daylight and slid to a stop. the sun was shining and he saw small specks of birds flying away. dharma was there, smiling and waving. He smiled and waved too, enjoying the warmth or the sun and the cool snow at his feet. he started to walk towards her feeling the breeze wash over him, he breathed deep and smelled Dharma’s sweet scent. grinning like a fool he saw Dharma’s face look past him, and watched it turn to horror. before he could look back a wave of intense heat washed over him, and over dharma. her dress had caught fire and she began to thrash about wildly. in alarm he rushed towards her, only to be snatched up around the midsection by sharp talons. he looked up and saw black scales and pulsating wings. he looked down at dharma again, she was but a mere flaming dot below him. he struggled and released himself from the beasts claws and began to fall. dharma came into view again and he watched her as she slowly collapsed and ceased to move. he stared at her smoldering form until he crashed to the earth.

       Gorgo wrenched himself from sleep, ice cold sweat running off his face and torso, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. for a while he just clung to himself like a frightened babe, with his eyes wildly darting from place to place and jumping at every noise. light streamed in from his small  barred window, signaling morning. he slowed his breathing and relaxed his rippling muscles. when he was finally calm he threw off his scratchy blanket and gave a huge sigh, letting his chin rest on his chest with his eyes closed. when he opened them again his heart skipped a beat. he gasped and threw himself into better light. there on his side was an ugly bruise in the form of massive, grasping claws. in haste he pulled a shirt over his head and smoothed out the wrinkles. as he swept his hand across it, blaring pain came from the abrasion. with his brow in a deep furrow, he strode over to his waiting breakfast and began to eat.

  Chapter 4 coming soon. -Juniorrat