The Last Piece
Genre: fantasy, action
~The Last Piece~
When his senior said he left pieces of himself out there, he expected less than a dozen mini seniors, not more than a hundred little fragments. And his senior had been directing all of those pieces back towards the city the whole time. No wonder he always looked distracted.
So far, they had ventured outside the wall about twenty times. On bad days, they’d only collect one or two pieces before they had to call it a day. Their best so far was nine in one trip. According to his senior, there were less than ten pieces left.
He hoped this trip would be a good one.
They started with three fragments, one after the other, not long after leaving the wall. A good start. The fourth took a little longer, and they had to fight off a small group of monsters to get it, but that was still fine. The problem was the last piece.
It took them another one hour to get to the last piece, where they found out why it was so far away from the city.
Sleeping half on the last piece, was a monster, large even by monster standards, which made it massive to them. His senior could only collect his copies through touch, and that piece wasn’t going anywhere with that giant on it. Well, even if the fragment was free to move, they still had to get rid of the monster anyway, so it was business as usual.
He looked at his senior and the rest of the team. Everyone had their weapons ready. He braced himself.
His senior touched his shoulder.
“Let them handle that. Stay with me.”
After a silent signal, the other four members rushed forward and attacked while the monster was still asleep. The blades sunk deep into the massive body, but not enough to kill, just hard enough to make it very unhappy.
The monster woke with a roar and swept its arms around it. The others dodged the arm and stabbed into the existing wounds to deepen it. The monster thrashed to throw them off its back, but all that did was aggravate the cuts and squash the copy beneath it.
Beside him, his senior winced as a giant leg stomped on half of the copy’s arm. His senior took a breath, and peeled another copy off him. The copy ran before the monster and swung his weapon before its face.
That got the monster’s attention.
Dodging the monster’s attacks, the copy led the monster away from the trapped fragment. Once free, the last piece flew towards his senior and sunk in.
A little further away, the monster dropped to its knees and fell forward towards the ground. The impact sent a rippled down its body, but other than that, it didn’t move.
Now that the monster was dead, they moved on to the next stage: harvesting. As the newest member on the team, that job was all his. Why? To practice. No materials meant no weapons and armour, and would he really let civilians come out to the wastelands just to collect materials for them?
One day, it would be his turn to have a junior, and he would either be the best senior ever or the worst.
As he carved the monster’s tough hide, he sneaked a glance at his senior. Already, there was a sharpness in his senior’s gaze that he hadn’t seen before.
He couldn’t wait for his next training session.
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Posted on August 23, 2016, in Defenders of the Wall and tagged 30 prompts, action, creative writing, fantasy, fiction, junior, missing piece, search, senior, Short Stories, team. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.