It came so fast. Closing a kilometer in the space of a minute.

It leaps fifty feet into the camp. Landing next to me.

It towers over me, at least seven feet tall. Black and gold armor glistening as my close burst of rounds all ricochet off. One catches me in the knee, I go down.

It grabs me by my head and lifts me clean off the ground wish a power I can only describe as unrelenting.

It speaks to me with no voice

“Quiet now, little one, all pain shall soon end for you.”

From behind it’s head rises a whiplike tendril and as it slowly wraps around my throat a calm sets in.

I can feel it. It’s mind singing in a thousand distinctly beutiful voices.

It’s looking for something.