Goglina ran, as the giant's thundering steps came ever near. She had not rested for a day and a half. Her legs were ready to betray her, and she felt the edge of her fear cutting into her heart.
Finally, she tripped over a root and fell down on the ground. Goglina's little fist rose, and she hit the ground.
Stupid, why couldn't you just be satisfied with your lot in life?
Goglina blinked, looking around. There was no one around her. Oh, no. She was becoming like Bas. Was his condition in the family? Had their father been the same?
All that running, and for what? The giant is going to catch you, then, he will throw you to the ground just like he did Bas.
Goglina could see the visage of the giant coming ever closer. The being was taking his time. Why should he rush when each one of his lumbering steps was equal to at least ten of Goglina's?
