Waiting for a hero

Waiting for a hero


I was strolling throughout the woods one day the road was too much of a hassle so I figured I take a short cut for once. I was confronted by a beast with an ill tongue, a common thief pulled out a knife and threatens to kill me if I did not give him my pouch.
Stupidly I ran, he gave chase, I ran and ran, I figured that I had lost him. He pulled in front of me he was scary looking, but not as vicious as the beast that stood behind him.
Without hesitation the demon beast swiped off the thief head and devoured it.
His fangs were sharp his smell reeked of some foul smell that I never sniffed before.
Slowly the beast came even closer I swore I thought he could taste my fear
As he licked his spit that ran down his mouth and I saw his blood stained teeth.
“I’m dead” I said to myself and there was no hope for me.

Then suddenly he came out of nowhere
He was strong and tall his eyes were sharp, focused as I watched as he
Killed the beast with not much effort and still showed compassion towards the beast.
Such a man never have I seen him before with strength beyond my comprehension.
I asked what was his name and he proclaimed it was Hercules.
You are him, the son born from a common woman and your father is a Greek god.
He stood up and I could not believe my eyes, he stood at the feet of the beast.
I thank him and I was truly grateful then we departed from each other.
I thought that it was the last time that would ever hear his name
A couple of days later his name again.