Dinner Time
Sir Viktor trotted along the castle wall, amazed at the scale of the structure. It was so thick, five armored knights could walk abreast without jostling each other.
It was at least as tall as twenty men, and the cable-like vines he had climbed to reach the top had seemed to go on forever.
Far ahead of him, he saw a green clump, indistinct in the jungle's dappled light. Maybe it was a mass of vines. They were everywhere, serving to remind him of the castle's vast age and the jungle's slow, relentless appetite.
He paused half an arrow shot away from the clump. Something wasn't right. What was it?
Was it the shifting shadows cast by swaying trees, or was the clump...breathing? His skin started to crawl. What devilry was this?
He did not have to wait long.
High above, a vulture called out. He looked up and saw an ominous tornado of a dozen soaring birds. Were they expecting a meal? Was the green clump their dinner?
The green clump stirred and stood, revealing a long neck and four stout legs.
Shit.
A vulture cried out again, and the green creature's nostrils flared wide. The giant head swung his way, and the monster charged.
Now Sir Viktor understood who was on the menu.
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