(Author’s Note: Early on in my blogging, to honor the old pulp magazine serials, I began a weekly serial series of my stories. I have decided to repost those stories in serial form. Each Friday will feature a new chapter until a story ends. Then I will begin a new story. Enjoy!)
I awoke from my sleep years ago to screams of a mother in pain.
Who had sheltered me through these centuries of fire and ice and in whose warm bosom I had safely slept, awaiting my birth. She, my faithful Keeper, screamed in pain. Wave¬ upon wave of her torment washed over me and I wept with her.
My wail joined hers.
The earth shook with our agony and the treads of the great yellow monster which chewed at her flesh for days and then spat her back out again.
Chewed at my mother.
Until those two-legged ones took the monster away and a black gaping wound remained.
Still we screamed on.
Then the rains came and washed our pain away.
I trembled with rage at my helplessness; that I, one so great, could do nothing while my mother writhed in agony. I, trapped by forces set in motion before my existence.
So I trembled and waited. I wait still.
And you see now why I must awake and destroy them who hurt her so.