When I opened my eyes, I found myself amongst the giants whose roots hugged the earth, and the streams and birds who sung a never-ending song. The richness of the life that dwelled in this forest made me feel at ease, enough to make me forget the knife that was held to my throat when I subconsciously stepped forward."I don't think so kid," Greene whispered into my ear.Now's my chance.I stopped thrashing and pretended to have fainted which made him support my weight. And am no feather.I whipped my head back taking advantage of his startled self and following the sickening sound of bones cracking, his iron-grip loosened. With an easy shrug, I stepped away leaving him on his knees clutching his now bleeding nose. I maneuvered a jump-spin-hook-kick to knock him out cold before he could regain composure.But due to my unrivaled bad luck, all that did not happen.My attempt had utterly failed due to the failure of my head making contact with his nose; it had instead hit him across the c

Zach's POV.On regaining consciousness, I first processed the little bunny hopping over, and then the God left behind frustrated and fuming. I could the difficulty when she tried to sit down without putting too much body weight on her sprained ankle which had swollen up to the size of a baseball.Finally settling in with one leg stretched and the other folded, she took hold of my hand in her small ones. With willful concentration she checked my pulse, evidently losing count twice or thrice.Completing the examination with a triumph smile her hands reached up to my neck, obviously not in its best state when her childlike face morphed with concern.I obliged to turn my neck to the side when she motioned me to do so and was yelled into stopping when I winced. I snuffled my chuckles while she decided whether to ask me to turn it back or just let it remain the same, facing away.Taking pity, I turned my face back to her keeping the pain from revealing through my expression. No longer wanti

With my hair plastered across my face, and clothes soaked wet I glared at a certain smiling God. I felt something warm wrap around my ankle as I got down. Smoky black shoes that resembled the pair I had on, left me feeling like walking on cotton. The limp I had sported eased out into steady steps.I would have thanked him if it weren't for the trick he played and that cocky face of triumph. Imitating the infamous Titanic pose and walked towards him with an overly sweet smile.He wasn't getting away this time.But he was like a dragonfly, each time I came within the range for a hug, he would disappear and reappears centimeters away with the same sly smile. After a series of failed attempts, I stormed away to the palace pouting."Ahh." I tripped only to be brought back to my feet by my brooding patient. I have to say, I had my doubts, but he fell for it.The hands that held onto him for support coiled around him, bringing him into a bear hug. When the realization of being played hit, he

The only possible route of escape sealed with the heavy wooden doors closing without a creek. Not knowing what I was supposed to so, I waved in a frantic manner, my voice showing my nervousness as I said. "Hey."With his languid unwavering expression he only stared, making me feel more awkward. Maybe he wasn't actually angry and it was just me over thinking things. Reassuring myself that it was indeed the case, I took slow calculated steps towards him.Coming to a stop at arm's distance, in quick movements of hand, touched his forehead and retreated it back. "You have a slight fever." Judging from the warm sensation my palm felt I informed him, still unable to look him in the eye for some reason. I also feared that I wouldn't be able to withdraw when it came to those amber eyes. Shaking my head off the image, I turned to place my bag on the table and take out the necessary to tackle the symptoms. In the short while of unzipping the bag, I was unable to hold myself back from looking

"What could he be jealous of? Is it that he can't reach my level of crazy?" I joked wishing it was all just a sad joke. Pinching my cheeks, Will smiled. "He is not jealous of you""Then who is the King of the Underworld jealous of?" "That's what makes it so funny." He fell into another round of hysterics falling on to the floor as I get off. Smashing his fists on the floor, his laughs turned into coughs and ragged breaths, marking the onset of another cycle. Ignoring the laughing mess, I turned on my heels ones again letting myself be lost in the maze of corridors. Making colorful faces at each painting I passed by I wondered the time and the effort the artist took to bring them into such detailed authenticity. Differentiable backgrounds and attires, only his stoic face remained constant. But with close inspection, one could notice the changing shades of darkness and sky that his eyes cast. One such painting held me in place, with the iris burning like molten magma and dark pupils