Flying Inside the Cave
The roaring drone that precedes the arrival of the insectoid beast drums in our ears, a cacophonous, raw hum that makes our teeth chatter. A bloated black fly emerges from the deep underground chasm. It's a massive and terrifying beast, bigger than a pony, with multifaceted eyes that find you in the shadows. Gargantuan proboscis probes hungrily forward, while barbed legs hang down from its bulbous form. With a quiver of its pellucid wings, it dashes toward us.
We quickly grabbed our arrows and swords. The disgusting buzzing of this giant fly kept coming from the walls of the cave. While we were wondering what to do, it started to look at us with dozens, maybe hundreds of eyes, flying behind the rocks.
As I nock and pull, I whisper to the arrow, keeping my target in sight. As the string returns, the arrow memorizes the name, displaying a clear image. The bow creaks as I inhale. I aim where I know my opponent is likely to be, behind rocks and cover. Exhaling, I let go. The arrow shrieks and flies away before reaching the first barrier that would guard its target. It reemerges a pace behind my opponent and strikes with full force.
But it was not enough to kill the creature. Its echoing buzz continued to vibrate in these underground caves. The thought crossed my mind that more creatures would come and hear them. The source of this ear-splitting sound had to be silenced as soon as possible.
''Hurry up, guys, don't let any more of them get here!'' I said.
''We've been running from this damn creature for minutes. We gotta do something. Aaaah!'' said, Albert.
''I don't want to lose the gold we've stolen because of a goddamn giant fly!'' I yelled.
My friend Albert had a sword in excellent condition, with a broad blade of jagged steel, a leather-wrapped hilt, and gemstones on the crossguard and pommel. She reached for it, only to recoil in surprise as the sword springs up on its own, floating in mid-air. Before she can react, the sword readies itself and swings in for the kill, as if held aloft by an invisible master swordsman. As if she gave orders mentally rather than verbally. This was a sword that flew. This would suffice.
The sword moved swiftly towards the huge fly and then sliced its wings in two with a great slashing motion. And that's exactly what we needed. Suddenly the fly started to fall downwards.
Just then my friend Matteo, with the spear, wedged his sturdy spear between a stone where the fly was about to fall. And with one last glance upwards, he quickly started running.
Boom!
The fly landed with a satisfying thud right on top of the spear.
Disgusting.
We are slowly starting to recover.
"Are you all right?
I looked at my friends one by one. Albert with his flying sword appeared from behind a stone in the corner and waved his hand as if to indicate that he was okay. He too must have been tired from the hustle and bustle inside this cave.
Matteo?
Matteo?
There was no answer.
My friend, are you all right? Where are you?
We started walking in the direction of the giant fly and saw that under its fallen body was our friend Matteo, the spear-wielder. He had not managed to escape.
He was crushed underneath it.
"Don't cry for me. As the sun fades into the darkness, so must we. We can only hope that the light of our lives has shone on those who needed it the most."
Contentment is an aura that others can detect, similar to how the scent of orange fills a room or how, in the late fall, a fire in the hearth and a full belly are simply enough. There was pain that was carried for so long that it felt normal, and it's now gone. Lovely mercy. The cover of solace is draped over him. This is correct and appropriate—its own special farewell.
"Does this mean I'm done? And it is only now that it is clear; all that pain and death for a few trinkets..." Matteo's agonized expression transforms into a cruel smile. "Every drop of blood was well spent. Enjoy my spoils of war while you can, because I and the gang will be gonna wait when you cross over." Matteo cackles... His voice has a strange, guttural timbre to it, as if something is talking through him. "This sack of bones and meat has performed poorly, but many others are waiting to take its place... because my will is eternal." Matteo shudders, muttering foul words in a dead, cursed dialect, before collapsing, his swollen face contorted.
We held his body gently and tried to hold back our tears. This was what adventure demanded. It wasn't the first friend we lost with us.
It wouldn't be the last, but... We had to deliver him to his family and friends...
This post was inspired by Inkwell Prompt 97 Fly. Thank you very much for reading!
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The description of the fly scared me lol
What a great description you did in your write up.
Love the end of the story, well constructed 🙂
Thank you very much for reading, I try to take care of the descriptions as much as possible and try to describe what the world is like, the things that come to my mind and the Dnd universe. 🤗🤗
And that is super cool for a writer 🙂
Dreadful, dangerous and ugly - that’s the vivid image you draw of the menacing fly :
Truly imaginative and terrifying. Your writing paints masterful portraits. Nice!
Thank you very much for your valuable comment and for giving us this opportunity, thanks to your prompts, we have the opportunity to imagine and write these and similar things. I think my descriptions have improved over time, a writer should always read to improve themselves. 🤗🤗
To be sincere, it's so tough to believe the way the sword swings on its own to try to bring the flied down.
I guess the flies were just like a protective device...
Since this is inspired by a dnd game, it was necessary to explain exactly what some items are, thank you very much. But since doing so would spoil the story, I'll leave a link to the Dancing Sword item in this comment.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/magic-items/5383-dancing-sword
Excellent way of narrating, as always, you have writing that awakens the fantastic images in the minds of the readers with ease.
I thank you very much for writing this valuable comment, it makes me very happy to know that I have achieved my goal and that I can draw a picture in people's minds.
You know how to scare someone. Hehe, what a dangerous read😀😀😃.
You're so creative and a wild thinker.
Well done.
ahhahahaha next time I will try to write something less scary, promise😁
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