I put my hand on one of his feet to perceive the grainy structure of his
skin. It's cold. It's hard. But most importantly, it's strong, so strong.
Looking up I can see his massive thighs lifting that collosal body in a
forward stance, as about to attack. His huge muscular right arm ready to
flung that axe forward, and his face so menacing that even I can't help
but feel uneasy. What marvels must this warrior not have achieved while
I want his protection. I need it. Yes, he's my guardian. This massive god
who can destroy any threat in an instance, he will protect me. He
must protect me.
Still, I can't help but wondering. Once lightning surge through his cold
stone exterior as it is now told, and life explode inside his every vein of
frozen gray ore; he breaks free from his inanimate pose with a large
roar, will he really care about me? To him, I will be but a little mouse. An
annoying pest. To him, I will be everything he doesn't want anywhere
near his vincinity. I will remind him that not all living things are strong
and unyielding. I will remind him that creation is far from perfect and
that his ideals and beliefs as a fearsome warrior are not shared by the
one he's supposed to protect. It is likely, that he will chase me away in
disgust, as I would a mouse.
Of course, that in itself would be a blessing for me. If he manage to
place a good kick, I will for the first time in my meager existence fly,
unbound by the rules of gravity, free at last. And that short moment,
before my flesh in rapid acceleration pulls me back toward this blue
and green ball of my destruction; that short moment before facing my
inevitable doom, I will probably be at my happiest. Yes, this warrior god
is my god. My own personal and divine saviour.
Below his head from my perspective the clouds pass slowly and I can't
help but feeling like I'm travelling across uncharted land with this
upside-down warrior god. His axe pointing in the opposite direction of
our heading and his battle roar no doubt trying to intimidate our
pursuers. The large, blockshaped beasts with hundreds of squared eyes
glistering of evil. The large beasts that tower so low towards the
cloudy land. They almost seem to press against the blue and white
surface beneath us. Somehow my great warrior god is capable of
keeping his feet at the exact same level as those blocks of pure malice.
He is a truly magnificant protector. A marvelous warrior. We are
companions in life. We complement each other. Yes, those blocks of
menace will not?..
What's that? It's shiny, and pointy looking. It's heading straight for us
from the clouds below. I grab a hold of my warriors left big toe. I brace
myself. The object keeps coming closer. Growing in size. Almost as big
as my warrior. The world is so silent, it's deafening. What is that?
Is it the awakening? Will my god finally be awoken? Praise the object!
The time has come! I will be set free! Finally, I will