From the highest summit to the deepest grotto
And skiing, I descended from the highest summit to the deepest grotto to fight Satan itself and save the world. But nobody was there. No Satan, Lucifer, Judas or Dracula. Evil wasn’t concentrated in a certain shady red hot spot below earth. Evil wasn’t personified in a mighty villain. Evil was not even something tangible or measurable. Was therefore evil real? I discovered evil was just an idea impregnating public’s consciousness, so was good or God. Now, deep below the surface, all dirty and jaded, with no victory or glorious dead to come back with or transmit to my people, I had a disappointing message to communicate. My mission and will, my extenuating training, my shinny armour, all the hope I represented… all that was in vain. After some hours contemplating the sickly dark imposing environment I was in, thinking, digesting my finding; I decided it was time to come back to my people. I started my arduous way back to the surface. Physically, it was surprisingly easy, probably because I was trained for it and I was clear of dragon wounds. Mentally, was way harder. All me and my life were just to arrive to that culminating point, to discover there was no point at all.
In the subsequent hours I walked, heading home, from the rusty burnt earth to the forest. I stopped to hunt something to eat, put my tired feet in a creek and rest. In that distant forest, far from the cities and the fields, surrounded by nature, everything felt simple and right. I tempted to remain there, live on my own, avoid the people my discouraging discovery.
I decided everyone could wait some days for the news. I remained in the forest, sleeping too much time, hunting to eat, exploring the region. I made fire and slept next to it, using my cape as sheets. It was liberating.
But after some days I got bored. Forest animals were beautiful and nice. The food I hunted was tasty, and my life just too easy. Also, there wasn’t anybody else to interact with. I decided it was time to come back to the civilization.
When I came back, people did not believe me. They said I did not try, that I did not even arrived to Satan’s spot, that I was just a coward. Thanks to my strong constitution and herculean capabilities I was able to get out of the city. They would have killed me if I did not have defended. I leaved my people, my city and my past. Now I was an outlaw there. I walked for many days since I got in a land out of my city’s influence. Other people lived there. Different people, with different buildings and different pastures.
I arrived to a small village, in the forest. They made their living hunting and collecting. I presented myself, they spoke a language similar to mine, so we could interact in a basic way. They accepted me. Physically, I was different from them, but I was strong, skilled and good looking. In the following weeks I mastered their language, met the whole community, habituated to their food and went hunting with them. I met a beautiful young girl around my age, the daughter of the village’s ruler (he was called “the master”). We liked each other, and one day, after dining and celebrating one of their festivities, we went for a walk in the forest. We had been drinking. She showed me a cave next to a creek, not far away from the village, with some ancient ruins in it. There, passion took over us. She was tanned, with long black hair, turgid boobs and tight butt. Fiery eyes gazed at me in desire, inviting me to an athletic intercourse. That night we stayed together celebrating our attraction. We fucked like rabbits multiple times, to end up sleeping as a sticky hot mess in a corner of the cave. The morning after we came back to the village. The people smirked and congratulated us, but nobody really cared. My sexy partner was used to do whatever she wanted, and to be honest, that was a relief to me. I didn’t want the people to be mad at me because “I had spoiled master’s daughter”.
Some months passed and I found myself totally integrated in that community. My life was peaceful and easy. I went to explore and hunt with the men, and sometimes with my girlfriend/pre-wife and her friends. We celebrated all sort of quirky and weird rituals, we got on canoes to visit other villages and participate in sports tournaments… It was fun and entertaining, and I decided to stay with them for the moment, I had nothing better to do and without realizing it I had already settled with them.
Notes: Flash look into a picture inspired me to write this lighting short story.