Chapter 17: 17. Wyrm Hunt

"I want you to help me kill Tar'naya the terrible." The bronze man explained. A glint of fear and insanity in his eye as he continued. "She is a great and terrible wyrm that has done nothing but harass and harm my people ever since the fall. And you're going to help me kill her." 

I didn't disagree. Mostly on account of me stuffing my face. 

After "capturing" me, the man had begun to explain his situation, and as he did he had his guards provide me with food to eat. While it wasn't my usual fare - berries, small animals, and monsters that weighed several tons - it was still good. More importantly, it was filling. The guards had somehow managed to either make or unearth a astonishing amount of food. It was possibly enough to food to feed a city for a few days. 

And half of it was already packed away into my stomachs. The ambient essence in the air added to the taste, and value, of the food as I ate. It turned every bite, swallow really, into one packed with flavor. A buffet for both my taste buds and my stomach. Even after I had eaten enough I continued. Consuming everything within reach of all four of my arms. Until I eventually reached that blissful state of so full that it made moving a chore. 

Only a quarter of the food remained at that point. Which I could probably still finish if I pushed myself. Instead I showed some restraint. 

"Go ahead and feel free to eat the rest of it. We have plenty more in storage." 

All restraint disappeared as I shoved a whole loaf of, relatively, small bread in my mouth. 

"Thanks." I said with a mouth full of food. "And yeah I'll help you kill this worm." 

"Wyrm." The man corrected. Still sitting on the slope of my behind, clearly comfortable. 

"What's that. Like some sort of big worm?"

"No, it is a Dragon that his lived long enough that most would have no hope of challenging it. But with your good help, we will fell the beast at last." 

"Oh." I said, too focused on eating to form a proper response. Which didn't seem to bother the man. He just stayed where he was and stared up at the ceiling, waiting for me to finish. 

When I finally did finish, which took longer than expected, he and his guards led me through the palace. We passed by many rooms, most of which were just as empty as the ones I'd seen prior. Not one of them contained a living soul. And the further we went the more certain I became that the man was the last living person in the palace. 

If he could still be called alive, that is. 

The man wasn't just covered in metal, but made of it too. There were gears in his neck and in some of his joints. They spun around in a constant loop, letting out steam as he walked. His arms and eyes, though, were real. The occasional twitching of his fingers, and his flickering gaze told me as much. 

I turned my attention from him to the guards around me after a moment. Finding the completely mechanical, and bronze, guards to be no less interesting a sight. Unlike the man, however, his guards weren't human in the slightest. They walked and moved like machines, too fast, too mechanical in their movements. To the point that it was almost disturbing if I looked too long. 

So after a second or two I stopped staring. My gaze drifted across the room, from ceiling to wall and back to the path ahead of us. It didn't stay there long, and I soon found myself staring at my breasts. Admiring them both and my belly. Admiration which soon turned from just looking to squeezing and rubbing. 

Which stopped as another door was swung open. Beyond it, the outside world. A desert beneath a blazing sun, and the smell of prey in the distance. Not the Dragon, but smaller things. 

My first instinct was to slither out in search of the smells, to take note of where they came from. To study and wait, learning the paths and places things liked to creep about in my new hunting grounds. But I buried those instincts and followed after the bronze man, barely managing to squeeze myself through the door without utterly destroying it. 

Then, in silence, we continued. The bronze man and his soldiers took careful steps. Moving slowly with caution and intent. While I brazenly slithered forward, unworried about the threat of any predators. 

A mistake as it turned out. 

After no less than a minute of slithering something burst up from beneath me. It was large, long, and worm like. Its maw was full of razor sharp teeth and it's back was covered in spines made for cutting flesh. The worm like beast tried to eat me, to bite my human torso and drag me below into the depths. 

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It didn't succeed. All it managed to do was useless bite the armor which covered my belly. The thick scales that made up my armor held strong despite the worms immense size and strength. Then, before it could get away, I grabbed the worm with all four of my arms and pulled it closer. Two small beady eyes looked into mine and realized who the hunter was. 

My stomachs, still handling my feast from earlier, were forced to bear a little more as I ate the massive worm. It took me well over a minute to get all of it inside. A minute which the bronze man spent staring at me eat a worm a third of my total length. After he, and I, started moving through the desert once more. The countless bronze soldiers following after us. 

It was a silent March, and lasted until the sun had begun to set. At that point I was starting to get tired, having slithered without stop for most of the day finally catching up to me. 

"Do you mind if we take a break." I asked the bronze man. 

He stopped, turned, and looked me in the eye. "We may stop if you wish. It is better that you are well rested for the battle ahead rather than sleepy and unfocused." 

Half asleep already, I nodded my head and yawned. Then after a moment or two more, sleep took me. My mind submerged into a state of unconsciousness, where a dream found me. 

It was an odd dream. So different from my visions, yet alarmingly similar. In it, I was alone in a void, and my tail had been replaced with actual legs. They felt weird, and off, and unfamiliar to me. Too clumsily and slow, lacking in both striking power and power in general. 

I hissed in frustration, wishing to have my tail back. 

Below me something hissed back. My legs, still thicker than they had any right to be, shook and jiggled as that something rose from the depths. Unsurprisingly, it was a massive snake. One that was too big for me to see in its entirety. I could only see its head, and not even all of it just enough to know that the thing was indeed a serpent. 

With eyes as green as an emerald and larger than a house, it peered down at me. A silence filling the void as it did so. Then it hissed, a great and terrible hiss that flooded the void with essence. It was pure in an unfamiliar way, the taste wholly new on my tongue and unmistakably unaltered. 

It was nobler than normal essence and even more potent than the corrupted essence I had come to know. Needless to say, the giant snake had my undivided attention. 

"Who are you?" I asked. 

Again the serpent hissed and the void was filled with essence. Meaning tightly packed within it. Understandings and truths that weren't things I knew, rather they came from the serpent. Explaining that it was, in no uncertain terms, just a really big and old snake. Born long ago before the contest, and that it wanted to give me something. 

For a moment I wondered why. The serpent gave me an answer before I could even complete the thought. 

Again, it hissed and understanding came to me. This time in the form of a few images, all of which were supposedly me. One was of me, clearly older and bustier, declaring a challenge against all. Confidence radiating from my frame as a deadly truth beat in my heart. The knowledge of cycles firmly grasped in my mind. 

The next image was also me, older and bigger in general, this time wielding a black spear. The weapon dripped corruption and my eyes held a sickly green glow. Everything before me, corrupted by my mere presence. 

The final image, however, looked like a picture out of myth. I wasn't just bigger in this one, but near twice my current size. Challengers, both great and mighty lay dead around me. There corpses piled up in huge heaps. Sitting atop my head was a crown and I poured out an air of nobility, a cruel smile plastered on my face. Interestingly there was a brood of snakes that surrounded me, each one bearing a striking likeness to my serpent half. 

Then the images disappeared and the giant snake leaned in. Its essence increasing in volume as a single meaning poured out of it. 

"CHOOSE" It said. 

I chose none. The serpent smiled, and I woke up. My human legs gone forever. 

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