The Poor Man's Climb To The Top Of Quortas.



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For Prompt ”Top”

A Horror Story About A Poor Man's Participation In A Deadly Challenge.

The Poor Man's Climb To The Top Of Quortas.

I was almost there.

I was almost there. I had almost made it to the top.

I was almost there. I had almost made it to the top. ”Quickly men! The first to reach the top gets the reward! I know you so desperately want it!” said the announcer.

I did.

I did. I desperately desired that prize.

I did. I desperately desired that prize. Weak and weary I forced my legs to cooperate.

I hadn’t eaten in days.

I hadn’t eaten in days. My energy was generated by only scraps.

I hadn’t eaten in days. My energy was generated by only scraps. Scraps that I would scavenge around the villages.

I hadn’t eaten in days. My energy was generated by only scraps. Scraps that I would scavenge around the villages. I should have saved them for this very day.

I had to stand victorious.

I had to stand victorious. That way, I could no longer live this luckless life.

”Grey Beard is almost to the top my fellow onlookers!” shouted the announcer.

”Grey Beard is almost to the top my fellow onlookers!” shouted the announcer. The crowd clapped and cheered.

”Grey Beard is almost to the top my fellow onlookers!” shouted the announcer. The crowd clapped and cheered. I fought through those last four steps and finally found the top.

The crowd roared with enthusiasm.

The crowd roared with enthusiasm. ”And the victor is Grey Beard!” exclaimed the announcer.

The crowd roared with enthusiasm. ”And the victor is Grey Beard!” exclaimed the announcer. Feeling both excitement and exhaustion, I fell to the ground.

Blurry eyed, I saw crates filled to the brim with food.

Blurry eyed, I saw crates filled to the brim with food. I actually won.

Blurry eyed, I saw crates filled to the brim with food. I actually won. Now I could feast.

”On your feet Grey Beard, the challenge isn't over” stated the announcer.

”On your feet Grey Beard, the challenge isn't over” stated the announcer. The crowd got more lively.

”On your feet Grey Beard, the challenge isn't over” stated the announcer. The crowd got more lively. They began cheering louder.

”What other challenge is there Sir? I can no longer stand!” I cried.

”What other challenge is there Sir? I can no longer stand!” I cried. ”Well you must! If you want to gain the reward you must! declared the announcer.

People in the crowd began to yell.

People in the crowd began to yell. What was said next frightened me.

”Onlookers, I hope you all are ready to witness a victor-takes-all battle to the death” exclaimed the announcer.

”Onlookers, I hope you all are ready to witness a victor-takes-all battle to the death” exclaimed the announcer. The crowd began chanting ”To the death!” repeatedly.

The announcer handed us our swords.

The announcer handed us our swords. A bell rang.

The announcer handed us our swords. A bell rang. The battle commenced.

I somehow managed to get back on my feet.

I somehow managed to get back on my feet. My opponent looked healthier than I did.

I somehow managed to get back on my feet. My opponent looked healthier than I did. I already knew how this would end.

He swung his sharp shiny sword and it nearly took off my ear.

He swung his sharp shiny sword and it nearly took off my ear. I swung back with much less vigor.

”It looks like Grey Beard will leave here with nothing but the cracked clothes on his back!” exclaimed the announcer.

”It looks like Grey Beard will leave here with nothing but the cracked clothes on his back!” exclaimed the announcer. My opponent, eyes dead and determined, reached out and swung his sword so quickly that it slashed through two of my fingers.

Blood spew.

Blood spew. It was painful.

Blood spew. It was painful. But I couldn't give up.

Blood spew. It was painful. But I couldn't give up. The crowd howled with amusement.

With everything I had, I swung my sword, but it wasn't towards my opponent.

With everything I had, I swung my sword, but it wasn't towards my opponent. I pinned my pointy sword on the announcer’s heart.

With everything I had, I swung my sword, but it wasn't towards my opponent. I pinned my pointy sword on the announcer’s heart. Both the crowd and my opponent appeared bewildered.

With my sword at his heart, I began to speak.

With my sword at his heart, I began to speak. ”My Sir, why don't I use this sword to puncture your heart!” I wailed.

”I was lied to! I was told I would be reward with food if I was the first to reach the top of the highest hill in Quortas!” I whimpered.

”I was lied to! I was told I would be reward with food if I was the first to reach the top of the highest hill in Quortas!” I whimpered. The announcer began to speak.

”You were not lied to, peasant!” he asserted.

”You were not lied to, peasant!” he asserted. ”The conqueror gets the food! But first, we are to be entertained! You should know by this time, that this is what we expect from those like you!” proclaimed the announcer.

My bleeding hand tightened around the sword.

My bleeding hand tightened around the sword. I pushed it closer to his heart.

”Why Sir, why!” I cried.

”Why Sir, why!” I cried. ”All I desire is enough food to live a luxurious life!”

The crowd began screaming and screeching at my expense.

The crowd began screaming and screeching at my expense. ”Kill him!” I heard.

The crowd began screaming and screeching at my expense. ”Kill him!” I heard. ”Take the sword and plunge it through his worthless heart!” declared another.

The announcer grabbed the blood-drenched sword out of my fragile fist.

The announcer grabbed the blood-drenched sword out of my fragile fist. With one sprightly sweeping swing, he sliced my head off the rest.

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