The Bar. · 9:19pm May 16th, 2013

I stood there, hunched over the back of the chair. My arm dangled to my side, useless to me.

As I looked over to the other side of the room, I saw my nemesis give me a devilish smirk. She took a step foward, flexing her razor-sharp talons in my direction.

"Well, dweeb," she started, "looks like I'll have my way after all."

All too soon, the smirk disappeared, and was replaced with an indescribable anger. Her talons held firm, ready to strike.

I never took my eyes off the griffon. I couldn't afford to. She had me right where she wanted me, and we both knew that.

My arm throbbed in pain. I was barely standing up. There's no way I could win this. Maybe, I thought, I don't have to. I gripped the side of the chair, and prepared myself as best I could.

The griffon saw this. She cackled at me. "Don't think you can beat me, ape. You're nothing more than my next trophy."

I thought about a response. I already knew, though, that anything I say would not make anything change. So instead, I did what you should never do to a griffon.

I spat right in her face.

She shrieked as she lunged at me. I lifted the chair off the ground. With only one usable arm, it was quite heavy. Even so, I managed to point the legs of the chair away from my chest. My legs wanted to buckle; I did my best to stand my ground.

Her body collided with the chair. My best wasn't enough.

I fell back, using the chair to keep the griffon from tearing at me. I mustered what strength I had, and waited for the impact.

I hit the ground hard. My breath left me for a moment. The chair served its purpose, though; it caught the griffon off-guard. I used this brief moment to bring my legs up. In a less-than-graceful moment, I kicked the griffon off me, the creature sailing above my head and behind me, into the waiting bar counter top.

I scrambled to my feet clumsily. The chair broke during the exchange. I grabbed one of the back legs to use as a cane. Slowly, I walked towards the exit. Behind me, the griffon came out of her daze. She said something, but it didn't register. I focused only on leaving the bar.

Five feet left. Three feet. I grabbed the door at last. I turned the knob, and swung the door wide open. The sun flooded the darkness of the bar. My eyes squinted, trying to see what was in front of me. My eyes adjusted, and my heart dropped.

6 pristine figures stood in my way. No words were needed; their crowns told me everything. They stood there like statues; regal, yet pristine. I dropped to my knees. They were beautiful. They were disgusting. I loved them; I hated them. They were my best friends, and my worst enemies. They had to be there. They had to stop me. I understood. I couldn't blame them, yet blamed them anyways.

I looked at each of them. Tears stained my dirty face. They didn't say anything. I closed my eyes, whispering two words.

"So Close."

The griffon, now behind me, held my arms behind my back. The pain in my left arm blared through my senses, but I ignored it. The six pointed their crowns at me. Their magic shot right into me.

I felt everything.

And then, nothing.

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