The first of the beast's roars was
bone shattering in its ferocity. The second, a hair raising
holler that invaded the small warrior's mind. He nearly made to
turn back then but steeled himself
No I must do this. I must do
this for the sake of my family and for families
He crouched down in the gloomy
tunnel and picked up his sword that he dropped with fright. He
took a deep breath and stepped forward.
The stone floor was damp and
slippery causing the boy to keep his hands on the wall to prevent
him from falling over. He glimpsed puddles occasionally, gleaming
orange from the flaming torches hung on the walls at regular
intervals. The torches stopped at a fork in the tunnel. The boy
had no idea which way to go until he heard the beast bellow in
the depths. He followed the sound to his right.
What had been smooth, stone floors
became cracked and rough, almost like a cave tunnel. Small
stalactites hung from the ceiling, dripping so slowly, it seemed
time itself had paused a moment to witness this boy hero's
The darkness consumed him, clung to
his clothes, invaded his mind; projecting images of how he could
be lost in this tunnel forever. He could barely see a few metres
ahead of him and the feeling of not knowing what was right in
front of him made his skin crawl.
The tunnel turned and branched off
but the boy just picked a tunnel and kept walking. He feared that
if he stopped his fear would prevent him from going on to face
his fear. This cave was unlike any he had entered before. Most
places he explored were not very deep and the noise from outside
could still be heard and light still shone.
This cave was pure evil.
It penetrated deep into the earth
were fresh air did not blow and the sun dare not shine its light.
Where the only sound was the echoing footsteps of the boys
fearful walking and the only smell was the choking stench of
animal faeces and charred entrails. This was a place were
darkness was complete and it guided the actions of any who enter
The boy reached a round cavern with
several tunnels, branching off in different directions. One
caught his eye.
All of the other tunnels were
smooth and clean whilst this one was uneven and something oozed
down the walls
He went over and touched it but
immediately wished he hadn't.
It was blood.
It was splattered all over the
walls and floor, a crimson coat of death on cold stone walls. He
stepped into the tunnel and his boots crunched on something, He
glanced down and recoiled in horror. He had just crushed a human
skull. He noticed other shards of bone, littered on the floor and
ripped pieces of flesh, animal and human, hung gorily off
He fought back the urge to retch in
this god forsaken tunnel, instead opting to hold his sword just a
little tighter and continue, being careful not to step on the
decaying meat. He gasped for clean air as the rotting smell
overpowered him, even the musky, stale air of the other tunnels
were preferable to this. He heard a deep growl penetrate the
silence and he held his breath. He was well and truly in the
beast's lair now.
He heard a scraping sound, like
metal grinding against concrete and began to panic.
I can't do this, I can't do
He breathed slowly, trying to calm
No. You need to this. You can do
this. You have to do this. Who else will fight if you don't? For
too long this thing has terrorized us. Now we need to fight
It had all started many years ago
when the boy hero was a mere child. A dark sorceress, scorned by
all who she loved, fled for the mountains. There, she plotted her
revenge. She made a monster so powerful and so fearsome; it would
surely make everyone suffer for what they did.
It had a power unlike any other
monster in the land. Capable of great destruction and with a
thirst for blood that would make even a vampire cringe, it swept
across the land. Burning, killing, and destroying.
It spared nothing and no
It retreated back into its cave and
ever since then, every year it comes out to feed again. It is
nearly time for this to happen once more.
Unless the boy hero had anything to
say about it.
He continued through the darkness,
creeping through the slaughterhouse that once was a humble cave.
His feet lost their grip on the bloody floor and he slipped,
smashing into the ground heavily. His hands landed in a pile of
fleshy meat and he wretched up his guts.
The beast roared in triumph, rage
and hunger as the boys cry alerted it to his whereabouts. He
immediately cursed himself for giving in to his disgust and
scrambled up, oblivious of the blood running down his shirt and
arms. He knew walking was no longer the safest option so he broke
into a run, his footsteps resounding through the tunnels.
"It knows where I am," he whispered
The beast roared again, this time
the noise was closer and louder than ever before and the boy felt
like curling up into a ball and crying. Particles of dust drifted
down from the ceiling as the beasts thunderous steps began
getting faster. The boy was on the verge of tears with
What was I thinking, this is a
real monster. A very powerful and real monster.
The boy burst into a cavern, this
one had a small lantern hung in the centre and the change of
light made him shield his eyes. Then he noticed.
The sounds had stopped.
Silence once more wrapped around
him like a blanket as the sounds of the beast died away.
This is torture.
"Come on. What are you waiting for?
Just kill me!" he screamed but the only sound he heard in reply
was the echo of his voice.
Several minutes passed, standing in
the hazy light of the lantern. He didn't hear so much as a snort.
He spun around, looking into the shadows of the tunnels around
him, unsure of the direction the onslaught would come
Fear tickled his skin and he kept
imagining it was the beast's hot breath causing his hair to stand
up. Every fibre in his body was quivering with fear and anxiety.
Where was this monster? Would it come from the left or the right
or from behind him? The unknown factors made his situation a
whole lot worse. All the tunnels looked the same now, gory and
horrific beyond comprehension. He continued on, not knowing where
he was going, whether he was going away from the beast or towards
it. His hands were shaking with fright and his spine stood on
end. He couldn't take it any more.
"Show yourself! For goodness sake
SHOW YOURSELF!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. But the
sound just hung, suspended in darkness before being sucked away
into the dark void of silence.
This monster may be an animal, but
it obviously wasn't stupid. It knew how to play the game of cat
and mouse extremely well. It was the supreme hunter, a killer
like no other and its tricks were clearly working on the boy;
once so full of confidence, now replace by terror. The tunnel
became steeper and colder as he descended ever deeper into the
belly of the beast. He wished with all his might that he could
just fly out and be free of this nightmare. But he knew he would
never truly be free unless he killed this monster.
Suddenly he emerged in an enormous
space, lit up with giant pools of fire. The walls were made up of
hundreds of stone pockets, large enough for the boy to stand up
in. They ran all the way around the massive cavern. They
stretched ever upwards, so high that the light of the flames did
not reach the top. The boy stood, awestruck by the amazing
cavern, before realization flooded him.
He had reached the end of the
labyrinth. This is the beast's true home!
His face melted into a look of
dread and he pointed his sword out in front of him, afraid the
monster might jump out and attack him. He crept forward, slowly
and cautiously, running along the walls so he didn't leave
himself open. He heard a scuffle and spun around, his heart
beating loudly inside his chest. Sweat formed on his skin as he
realised this was it, he couldn't go back now for the monster had
Both he and the monster were here
and only one of them would leave. He caught a shadow flitting out
from tunnel he had emerged from but he caught no sight of the
creature he sought. A growl drifted down from above him in the
upper reaches of the cavern where no light could reach.
His eyes darted back and forth,
searching and waiting for the beast to attack and end this
torturous game. Then it happened
He heard loud clicking, like claws
scarping stone and a massive boom from behind him. He turned
around and beheld the Bane of the land.
Its massive golden frame towered a
good metre above his head. The first thing he saw was a sickening
version of a rams head. It's eyes were glowing an evil red and a
pointed snout with sharp teeth poking out. Massive horns curled
out from its skull, and poked up ending in a razor sharp tip that
could gore open a wild boar. A tuft of fur stuck out under its
jaw and irregular patches of hair were scattered around its face
before they snaked their way around its neck to form a
magnificent golden mane, splattered with blood.
The monster reared its head,
revealing the demonic lions head underneath with the same red
eyes. Its front legs were that of a lion; powerful and muscular
with fearsome black claws, these legs were made for hunting and
killing. The tan fur continued down the back legs where it turned
darker and formed a bony hoof that clicked on the stone floor.
Near the tail of the beast, the fur transitioned slowly into dark
green and tan scales. The scaly tail curved up and snaked its way
up to the front of the beast where it formed the head of a
serpent complete with forked tongue and fangs dripping with
The rams head reared again to roar,
revealing a white hot mouth that emitted intense heat. The lion
head roared as well and the snake tail hissed in rage. The
monsters body twitched and a river of fire spewed forth from the
ram's mouth, flying into the sky before dissipating in the
It was the final feature of fire
breathing that confirmed the boy's suspicions. This was the beast
This was the dreaded
The Chimera took a step forward and
the boy took a step back. All his thoughts of killing the beast,
all his courage was swept away as he gazed into the ruby eyes of
the monster, the same colour as the bloody corridors he had
"No," he said under his breath, his
throat tightening as an overwhelmed feeling came over him.
He turned and fled, running away
from the terrible, yet glorious, beast that he had once thought
of killing. There was no way he could do it now; no way he could
defeat a monster as mighty as this.
Have to get away.
The Chimera charged and the boy got
a vision of his limp body impaled on the terrible horns, his
blood running down and matting into the creature's fur.
"Please," he begged as he ran,
He knew there was nobody who could
spare his fate but had to try.
"Somebody help me!" he screamed
into the darkness.
"I'm no hero! I can't do this by
As he neared the opposite wall of
the cavern the inevitability of his death dawned on him. He was
going to die down here in this horrible darkness. His blood and
bones mixing with that already in the tunnels. He hit that wall
and begged, "Just make it quick".
The Chimera roared in triumph and
slowed, savouring the kill that was to come. The serpent tail
strained forward, desperate to be feasting on human flesh again.
The boy closed his eyes and waited for the end. He felt the hot
breath of the Chimera on his face and fell to the floor, his legs
going limp with fear. He heard a low rumble as the Chimera closed
in. He whimpered and began chanting.
"I'm no hero. I'm no hero-"
Intense heat buffeted his face as
the rams head opened its fire-breathing mouth. He could feel his
skin burning before the beast twitched and his face disappeared
The flames stopped and there was
nothing left but a blackened skull. The body slumped and the Chimera stood over
it, allowing the lion head to gorge on the soft man-flesh. The
snake hissed in victory and the ram reared before letting out a
deafening bellow. It was letting any who dare stand against it
that there was no stopping the Chimera. Nothing could stand in
The mighty Chimera will not die.