As the Cyclops moved closer, Aiden's mind raced. He spotted the faint glow of firelight in the distance—villagers , perhaps? If he could just make it there, maybe the people could help.
Aiden bolted, darting through the ruins, and grabbing the child and running as fast as possible, but in that moment the Cyclops saw him screaming. "You won't escape me!" ,it gave chase.
Reaching the outskirts of the village, Aiden nearly collapsed from exhaustion. He burst into the small square, where a group of villagers had gathered around a bonfire.
"Help me!" Aiden shouted as he put the child down. "There's a Cyclops coming!"
The villagers turned to him, their faces a mix of fear and suspicion. An older man stepped forward, gripping a rusty spear. "Who are you, and why would a Cyclops follow you?"
"I don't know!" Aiden replied, catching his breath. "But if we don't stop it, it'll destroy this place!"
The villagers murmured among themselves, their fear evident.
"Cyclopes are stupid," Aiden said, forcing himself to sound confident. "They've got poor depth perception because of the one eye. We can use that. If we work together, we can trap it!"
The older man frowned. "Why should we trust you? You could be cursed—a plaything of the gods."
Aiden clenched his fists. "You don't have to trust me. But if you don't do something, that thing will kill all of you. Isn't it better to take a chance?"
Reluctantly, the villagers agreed. Armed with torches, crude weapons, and a hastily devised plan, they prepared for the monster's arrival.
But Before they left Adien walked up to the kid and said, "where are your parent--" before he could even finish his sentence, a lady came runing up to him hugging and crying, picking up the child and thanking adien for finding her son, adien smilling and started saying it was no problem, but now that he knew the kid was safe he started preparing to face the cyclopes and setting up traps.
As the Cyclops stormed into the village, its massive frame illuminated by the flickering firelight. It roared in fury, swinging its club wildly and smashing a nearby hut.
Aiden shouted, "Now!"
The villagers lit piles of hay and rubble on fire, creating thick smoke that disoriented the Cyclops. Aiden useing his wits, baited the creature into chasing him toward a weakened structure. The villagers cut ropes holding the structure together, causing part of it to collapse onto the Cyclops.
For a moment, it seemed like the plan had worked. But the Cyclops burst free, angrier than ever. It swung its club, sending debris flying, and charged straight for Aiden.
Aiden grabbed a flaming torch and stood his ground, his legs shaking. The Cyclops unwavering lunged at aiden, as Aiden bearly dodged, rolling under its swing. He thrust the torch upward, driving it into the creature's eye.
The Cyclops howled in pain, clutching at its face. Aiden tried to retreat, but the creature lashed out blindly, its massive hand slamming into him. He was thrown against a wall, pain erupting through his body.
As the Cyclops loomed over him, ready to deliver a killing blow, something inside Aiden ignited. He felt a surge of power—a warmth spreading through his chest. Without fully understanding how, he raised his hand, and the world around him shimmered.
An illusion formed, a mirror image of Aiden darting away from the Cyclops. The creature roared in confusion, swinging at the illusion and leaving its back exposed. The villagers seized the opportunity, driving spears into its vulnerable Leg the cyclops fell.
And With one final, guttural cry, the Cyclops collapsed.
Aiden lay on the ground, staring at the sky. His entire body ached, and the faint glow of magic in his chest had faded.
The villagers approached cautiously, their expressions a mixture of awe and fear.
"You... you killed it," the older man said.
"No," Aiden replied, his voice hoarse. "We killed it."
The villagers murmured among themselves, some bowing their heads in thanks while others whispered about him being "touched by the gods."
Aiden staggered to his feet, realizing he couldn't stay here. He needed answers, and he couldn't rely on luck and instinct alone he left the village and started to head back to the cave.