Life is a battle but we all know that right? See the crazy thing is since the moment I woke up life has been a literal battle. The first moment I remember having was by far the least dangerous.
He was ten feet tall and his axe reflected my horrified expression as he tried to cleave my head in two. Instinct took over and I ducked just in time so that his axe made contact with the rock bed I had been lying on. I rolled into the grass and stumbled as I tried to get up and run away. A beefy hand grasped the collar of my tunic and brought me face-to-face with the cover story for Ugly Monthly. His face was droopy, his eyes dark brown so he looked like a dog who spent too much time sleeping and he had so much hair on his chin that he almost did replicate a shaggy Sheepdog.
He smiled at me and the smell of coffee hit me full in the face. His teeth were stained so I could tell it was likely that he had been consuming the black drink. "Got you now!" he said in triumph. The way he said it sounded like he had been chasing me for a long time but I could only recall that he had been after me for about, mmmm, ten seconds.
"And you are?" I strung out the last word.
"Is this some kind of trick? You know exactly who I am!" He shouted most of this and I crinkled my face in disgust at his putrid breath.
I decided to play along. "Yep you got me and wow very impressive work." It took quite a bit of willpower not to laugh even given my situation.
He raised his axe with a murderous gleam in his eyes and all of the humor drained out of me. So I did the natural thing and spit in his face. His grip didn't loosen but he was distracted which was enough for me to headbutt him. With that he dropped me to the dirt.
I scrambled away just as he regained his composure. A quick glance at my surroundings revealed a forest behind me and a vertical cliff face before me. Since he stood between me and the woods I figured the rock face would be a better option. 'Why don't I have a weapon or something?' I thought but didn't have time to dwell on it. I noticed immediate foot and handholds and began to climb the shearing rock face. He followed close behind and even managed to grab my foot but a good shake made him teeter because of the weight of the axe on his back. He ended up falling but not far enough to kill him.
He just watched me as I climbed a look of utter rage consuming his features. I looked up and figured my day wasn't going to get much better. The cliff went straight up for miles and the sun above was blazing. I didn't feel particularly hungry or thirsty but I gave myself only a few hours before I couldn't climb anymore. 'How on Earth did I get here?' I wondered. I didn't particularly have any memories but I knew what I needed to do becuase it seemed like the natural things to do such as find water, get food, build shelter, escape danger.
I had a feeling that the essentials would have to wait for my attention. For now I had a more important task at hand.