Re: Elf Prince—A Degenerate's Second Chance-Chapter 52. The Fall

52. The Fall

Eryndor felt the rush of cold air as the paws of the mountain wolf king grazed his side leaving a gash on his side. He knew if it had not been for the cover of the snow the hit would have been more direct. A fire of pain burned right through him causing him to cry out in pain, tears well in his eyes against his control. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

A huge shadow looked over him causing him to hold his breath, his mind went into a frenzy of thought but his body refused to do a thing and this mistake cost him greatly. The mountain wolf king swung it’s tail at him with full force smacking Eryndor on the side where it had cut him. The pain he received doubled into his body paralysing him as he was flung into the air, his ears were interrupted by the rush of cold wind before he impacted the boulder he had been using as cover earlier.

There was a loud earsplitting crack that came with the force, he screamed out in pain as he fell flat on the snow covered floor. The boulder now bore a number of noticeable cracks but Eryndor was in a much worse shape. He did not need to be told that he had lost more than a few ribs, his body experienced the most excruciating pain he had ever felt. It reminded him of why he hated to work, it was because of the risks that came with it. There was always consequences for every mistake he made, and was this also a mistake?

He managed to pry open his left eye a moment later, his second eye was covered in the thick red fluid that seeped from the wound on his forehead. He gritted his teeth in a moment of rage and regret, he looked up at the beast as it started to approach him. The crunching of snow under his weight a calling to his final hours in this world. He gritted his teeth again and pulled himself up but he kept falling over every time he pushed himself.

"Shit! I won’t die here!" He cried his resolve to the world. There was no way he would give his uncle or the world the luxury of getting rid of him, not when he still had a story to tell. "You damn dog, when next we meet you’ll suffer— horribly." He cursed as he started to crawl for the edge of the plateau.

He had no choice but to escape even if it meant falling from such a high height, since it had knocked him close to the precipice of defeat and death he would let fate decide. Though he never really believed in fate since fate was never just or fair to him but what choice did he have but to believe.

As he reached the edge, his hands grabbing into the last bit of the space between land and free fall the only thought he could think of was "revenge". Eryndor in both his lives never believed in "hope" or "destiny", they were all lies to keep one occupied till things got worse. He believed there was only "choice" in life. And he chose to fall towards his death if it meant living a moment longer to enact his revenge on the proud awakened beast.

He could hear it closing in on him, he could hear it’s growl, he could feel it’s overbearing presence in the air it made him feel fear for the first time. Fear of being killed! He looked back to see the beast bringing down it’s paw in an attempt to crush it’s spine. He turned around sharply and instantly regretted it as his ribs shifted unevenly to accompany his movement, he but down on his tongue to swallow the pain. The beasts paw dug into the snow next to him with an explosion.

Eryndor raised hits hand and aimed it at the mountain wolf king as it leaned over to intimidate him and said. "I’ll return the favour." With that he unleashed every ounce of his magic in the face of the beast and burned its face, the force of the explosion sent Eryndor flying into the air.

A crazed smile lit up on his face as he watched the mountain wolf king give out a loud pained howl as it hit it’s smoking face repeatedly. It felt relieving watching that, at least he left a mark. He felt free as he soared into the air but all that changed when he started to plummet down to the earth. He had had no choice but to accept the mountains cruel drop and cursed under his breath:

"Gravity’s a bitch!"

Eryndor had always wondered what it was like to fly in his old life, he had always been a big fan of superheroes who could defy gravity take take off. The freedom of it— what a joke! Eryndor had been too consumed by the fear of being killed by terrifying mountain wolf king that he had failed to consider that falling from such a height might be just as terrifying. He had no energy to scream or to resist, his body was torn up, battered, bruised and damaged.

A few seconds passed before Eryndor’s head smashed into the sharp rocks that protruded from the side of the mountain, every function in his body stopped right after that. Not long after he smashed into another rock this one on his leg, something dislocated. The next impact was more threatening as this one was on his shoulder, his sense of self was at the moment dead but something told him his arm was gone.

He did not care about getting his revenge a the moment all he did was pour all of his consciousness into being alive. Was such a thing even possible? For a degenerate he had to believe so. He caught out blood till his throat felt sore, all parts of his body had died by the time he reached landfall.