When my eyes first opened in front of such monstrosity hardly could my mind gather around the notions of faith and courage, I was certainly doomed, that thing was huge and big, simply enormous like a building, or a small hill; I wasn't trembling by the way, I was faithful, loyal to my holy orders, loyal to my objectives and, for the sake of my blade, I trust my skills, nonetheless the beast had a mouth, and a mouth within it's mouth, an inner mouth, round, circular, with sharp, pointy teeth all over the place - not the most beautiful of visions, certainly - aware I was, though, that the sword I carried was more than enough to slay a demon from the very tip atop it's head to it's foot's thumb easily, like a hot knife through butter, then again, wasn't it enough, sworn on my king's grave - may our goddess have mercy on his soul, rightful he was, the best man I have ever come across in my stray life - that slain any unearthly creature of evil intent would be, their souls sent back to the hell they've came, no matter the cost, no matter the price, even if it was our lives; then again I was pretty sure of my abilities, as a skilled swordsman I've put knights to shame, entire armies, I'd add, if it wasn't for the very inappropriate moment I was thinking about this; his huge hands, stonelike in appearence, soft to the touch, such figure wrapped me around it's limbs and brought me up to it's face, staring at me curiously, as if it could see inside my soul from afar and wanted a glimpse of inner feelings; can't say it felt so safe anymore as wanted before, it torn my notions down with a single touch, the soft skin, the frightening look; in a glimpse I unsheathed my greatsword and cut it's head amidst, splitting it's face into two - it's hands fell, it's body became flacid, almost liquid, leaving an unpleasing scent behind, nothing I couldn't handle, a magnificent, bass low voice spoke from the air as if it was inside my head: "I wanted to be your friend, I saw your courage in not running away from my appearence, I thought finally someone would understand me, but then again you were just human..." and it faded away at that very moment, I couldn't understand for a moment or maybe two; weeks later - spent living my stray life, walking my stray path, driven astray as a madman, as the killer in me had awoken since I held my first blade - I could finally realize I've lost, most certainly killed, what would come to be the only companion I'd have in my journey and a powerful ally in this mass slaughter of foreigners from the unholy lands.
Quiet I have been for days, my mouth couldn't preach a lie, the most beautiful moment in my life was when, drown in disturbed senses, my old fellow from battlefield split me in two, an instantaneous death I could not repair, nor could I blame him, for my appearence was stonelike, but my touch was soft, driving his notions away from reality, I knew it wasn't that bed, I couldn't scream, I couldn't cry, he was only human...
