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I’m in the oven-heart of the giant. The metal grates surround me. The furnace squatting in the middle of the shaking room is glowing red through the grates, throwing flickering red stripes onto the black iron floor. Enormous pipes are linked to this furnace, giving the giant energy.
I am burning by being this close. The people that built the giant are long dead but this is the room they stood in when they turned the giant on.
I have in my hand a long branch of hardened elm. I also have the Tiger Crystal from the prophecy, the magic blood arrow, the smoldering Ghost Coffin strapped to my back, the charmed necklace from around the neck of Marika The Remorseless, and five and a half kilograms of C4 spiked with a code-word detonator.
Without these protections, I would be a blackened skeleton. The heated air makes the entire room shimmer and waver.
Without these weapons, I would have no hope of destroying the giant. This is the moment that the world depends on.
I can hear the clanging of the battle outside as the entire city throws all of its armaments against the giant metal creature.
It’s up to me now. There isn’t much time.
I thumb the Tiger Crystal into the softening C4 and use Marika’s charmed necklace to wrap both of them of around the magic blood arrow.
I reach behind me and push the lid off of the Ghost Coffin. The heat rushes into the box with a scream and wakes up The Archer, the captured ghost of the bloodthirstiest arrowman to have ever lived.
He immediately possesses my body, furious and looking for an enemy. He is inside me so he is alone in the room. He can only see the furnace.
I tell him with my mind that the furnace is the heart of his enemy and that this arrow will be the one to destroy him. I tell him with my mind that he will be able to sleep after this. I hold up the long branch of hardened elm and tell him that it is his bow.
The Archer concentrates on the elm. It glows in the heat. It warps, bending back to make a curve. A bolt of pure celestial energy snaps in an arc from point to point and the bow now has a string made from heavenly light.
I watch my own hands place the arrow in the bow and take aim on the furnace.
I say a silent prayer that I am about to meet my family in heaven. The Archer winks inside my mind and says he’ll join me there.
As one, we let the arrow go. It flies true through the center grate of the furnace and into the infernal energy reactor that powers this giant metal beast from centuries past.
The code-word activated C4 is waiting. I smile and open my mouth to form the word.
“Burninate”
The C4 goes off, protected by Marika’s charm and nestled in the most vulnerable part of the giant’s heart because of the Blood Arrow’s aim. The Tiger Crystal increases the blast a thousandfold.
We smile in the shockwave as our body is annihilated. This will be a day of celebration.
As out spirits separate and fly up towards the sky, I look down.
The metal monster is kneeling in the middle of the city and not moving. Its eyes are black pits. The center of its chest is a smoking hole. I can hear the cheers of the dying, the wounded and the healthy scream joy and damnation in one chorus.
The threat is over.
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I am burning by being this close. The people that built the giant are long dead but this is the room they stood in when they turned the giant on.
I have in my hand a long branch of hardened elm. I also have the Tiger Crystal from the prophecy, the magic blood arrow, the smoldering Ghost Coffin strapped to my back, the charmed necklace from around the neck of Marika The Remorseless, and five and a half kilograms of C4 spiked with a code-word detonator.
Without these protections, I would be a blackened skeleton. The heated air makes the entire room shimmer and waver.
Without these weapons, I would have no hope of destroying the giant. This is the moment that the world depends on.
I can hear the clanging of the battle outside as the entire city throws all of its armaments against the giant metal creature.
It’s up to me now. There isn’t much time.
I thumb the Tiger Crystal into the softening C4 and use Marika’s charmed necklace to wrap both of them of around the magic blood arrow.
I reach behind me and push the lid off of the Ghost Coffin. The heat rushes into the box with a scream and wakes up The Archer, the captured ghost of the bloodthirstiest arrowman to have ever lived.
He immediately possesses my body, furious and looking for an enemy. He is inside me so he is alone in the room. He can only see the furnace.
I tell him with my mind that the furnace is the heart of his enemy and that this arrow will be the one to destroy him. I tell him with my mind that he will be able to sleep after this. I hold up the long branch of hardened elm and tell him that it is his bow.
The Archer concentrates on the elm. It glows in the heat. It warps, bending back to make a curve. A bolt of pure celestial energy snaps in an arc from point to point and the bow now has a string made from heavenly light.
I watch my own hands place the arrow in the bow and take aim on the furnace.
I say a silent prayer that I am about to meet my family in heaven. The Archer winks inside my mind and says he’ll join me there.
As one, we let the arrow go. It flies true through the center grate of the furnace and into the infernal energy reactor that powers this giant metal beast from centuries past.
The code-word activated C4 is waiting. I smile and open my mouth to form the word.
“Burninate”
The C4 goes off, protected by Marika’s charm and nestled in the most vulnerable part of the giant’s heart because of the Blood Arrow’s aim. The Tiger Crystal increases the blast a thousandfold.
We smile in the shockwave as our body is annihilated. This will be a day of celebration.
As out spirits separate and fly up towards the sky, I look down.
The metal monster is kneeling in the middle of the city and not moving. Its eyes are black pits. The center of its chest is a smoking hole. I can hear the cheers of the dying, the wounded and the healthy scream joy and damnation in one chorus.
The threat is over.
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