"Where the hell did you come from? I thought you left? How did you get here before me?"Alves knew that he was being illogical with the loads of questions he was asking, yet he just wanted to make meaning of it. He had struggled with his brain to quit thinking about the possibility of the lion being the one who almost hit him off the branch of the tree the other time. And now what?He had travelled in the other direction, in the speed of the wind. Yet, the lion was standing behind him? Even if the lion could run faster than him, which was more of a mirage because of the weight, yet it would had come out from where the giants were, and not from behind him. There was something else to be worried about and he knew that, but for a while he allowed himself to be distracted. But then the growl of the giants knocked him back to reality. When he raised his head, he realised a change in the giants' composure and approach. The giants who were once tough and threatening, now cower, growling
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