Strength.....such a amazing word it means the quality or state of being strong, in particular. I wish I could know what it feels like I'm the weakest guy in my village.....so weak the kids call me green bean and push me around I was never the one for physical violence or being a real tough guy I was strong in other ways though I was strong in intelligence my mother was always proud of my good grades and so was my father but he'd more prefer if I had some trophies to put on my shelf instead of books he didn't hate me but you know......oh how rude of me my names Gregory Jones the III it's a pleasure but I'm not in the best if situations at the moment
It cuts back to Greg backed up to a tree a big sweaty and hairy giant stands with a short sword there are others killing and burning all of the others he has a evil smirk "well well well" said the big giant Greg had no escape nothing he was not prepared he had heard of the giant once or twice but never payed mutch attention to it thinking it was all just some crappy Urban legend he shakes not knowing if he should call for help or run both seem like a lost cause the gaint raises his sword and swings it Greg ducks the sword takes a few hairs of his head the giant grunts his sword got stuck in the tree his mind races but he picks the best idea he ever had in his entire life.....RUN!
He ran in a random direction not caring just trying to get as mutch distance from the psychopath as he can he runs but reaches a dead end it's a small cliff to rapid waters a high jump he looks down sweat dripping fast down his four head he takes in deep breath trying to stay calm and regain the lost breath from running
"Okay I'll find another way" he turns around just to come face to face with a reflection of himself in the sword of the giant he shakes and backs up closer to the cliff the giant smirks "end of the Line runt tell the other pests I said hi in hell!" The giant yelled as he raised his sword Greg backed up to dodge and fell he looked up as the giant smirked and walked away knowing his prey was gonna have a long painfully death and so did Greg he closed his eyes and awaited death he fell into the fast moving river and couldn't get back up for air as hard as he tryed untill he was pushed into a rock and blacked out.....
A happy farm girl lived alone and happy wis slewing as she started her day she Watered he flowers and other crops turned on the sprinklers and harvested some corn she lived a simple life but a nice one she sighed and walked into her house wiping her dirty boots on the door mat before walking next to a mail box that said sue she asked over to the oven "time to make a nice hot pie for the village bake off!" She exclaimed loudly she looks at her filthy hand and giggles
"Woops almost forgot" she walks outside to the nice clear river that travels near her farm and sticks her hands in with a bit of soap washing them and humming a lovely toon she sees something out of the corner of her eye it's.....its.....it's a* She gasps... it's a little boy floating over to her with his eyes closed!
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No reason to fear a giantess
Fantasya young boy lives in a nice village in a forest but some big problems comes his ways when giant come and attack thinking there pests what will he do? Also please note there is strong language
