For the RIFT contest - the Air Colossus
As we entered the area, a rift appeared. We expected the usual horde, we were prepared. The wind whirred, shoving at us threateningly. We stood our ground. I, the blade dancer, Aldorus the mage, and Dulirus the warrior. We were ready.
Through the blinding light, forms appeared, the wind grew stronger, and a pugent smell unlike anything we expected around us. It was foul, the scent of something that had died and rotted for weeks. Our footing suddenly unbalanced, our weapons shivering against the wind, we dared to look through the light pulsing through the rift. Somehow, whatever came through the rift, it did not enter from above. It emerged from below the rocks. A burst of clouds like a volcanic eruption tore through the air, tossing us off our feet like we weighed nothing, and the most gut-wrenching, ear-piercing screech pierced the air.
We ran. I couldn't see where I was going; the debris was everywhere and the wind stole my hearing. A boulder wasn't far and I darted to it for cover, expecting my comrades to do the same. Once there, I crouched, trying to catch my breath while watching the very rocks around me crumble. Looking to my left, I found Aldorus, appearing just as frightened as I was. We exchanged a brief glance, asserting each other's wellness, then sought for our third comrade.
Dulirus was gone. Quickly, I turned and looked around the boulder, against the glaring light. The light was blotted as the giant monster rose from the clouds and parted its hideous jaws. The usual horde surrounded the monster, appearing as flies to it. Down below, in their path, Dulirus ran.
I could do nothing but watch in horrible fascination.
....It's late, and I'm busy between work and school, that I think I have to call this done for now, as I won't be able to touch it before the deadline. So...here you go?