This villagers were right about its stature— however most of it was in the beasts wings. In fact, had it ever stood face to face with me, I would say it would have stood shorter than I. It was a beast of the wind, twisting and warping it to match its whimsical thoughts. It was excited to see me, having known of my hunt and my search. It knew well what I wanted, but would not give it up easily.

It was a living statue, its body made of stone and adorned in gold and jade and ivory. Snakes lived in its crevasses. It fixed me with an intent bird’s stare and showed me pristine white teeth— sharp as my blade.

This ‘Garuda’ would fall to my steel.

So we battled, and as we battled, more doubts grew within me. It wove cunning words, not just taunts but stories, praises, and challenges.

It frustrated me...
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