The Jambizi and the Price
The Jambizi was wandering aimlessly one day through one of the forests of the far away land of Phamouria. He was swinging his long hairy arms as he plodded along. He knew he was a vicious being. He had retractable razor-sharp claws, fangs, spikes full of deadly nerve-destroying poisons, and a mottled black and white coat. He was a killer. He could tear the head off of a lion and skin a bear in no time at all, and standing seven some odd feet tall he made for a fearsome sight.The forest was hot with steam. There was almost an effervescent feeling in the land. The prince fell silent as he drew nearer to his prey. A single drop of sweat ran down his cheek as he crept ever so slowly. He was on a quest. He was to kill this foul beast known only as a Jambizi. His hatred for this beast ran deep through his blood and mind as would a raging river. This beast had murdered and devoured his family and the loyal subjects of his once grand kingdom. The Prince was spared only because he was on an expedition to a useless land that once buzzed with people and thrived with trade and activity. But sadly this kingdom, once called Atlantis, was washed away by a huge tidal wave. Now the land is called Crete
The humans had killed the Jambizi's family and friends during the Great Jambizi Slaughter, while the Jambizi had killed off the humans in the Prince's kingdom and those of Atlantis. The stories are similar. In both, a wandering soul with friends and family dead, both wanting, and getting, revenge on the other. In the end we all experience death. Don't make yours because of hatred. , for the land is hard and filled with stone. He did find one advantageous thing in Crete. The legacy of the Atlantisians. A sword called Donturin. None but the Prince and the Atlantisians have beheld this weapon of awesome power. The like of which has not been created to this day. The Prince was set to his task as if set in stone. The beast would die. The Jambizi was tired after its large meal the day before. The beast was originally looking for a place to nap, but there was something that bothered him. That feeling we all get when we are alone in our houses, even though we know that it is our house and there is no way that there could be anyone or anything lurking around the corner. The wind came from his front, so he had the disadvantage of not knowing what species of animal it was. The maker of the discomfort was ever approaching, ever mystifying, and ever prominent. The forest engulfed him as someone might eat a tasty morsel. The feeling of being watched was very prominent now. The Jambizi felt a chill and a shiver ran down his spine. The Prince knew th
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Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)
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