Rocs Really Rock

First Day

So many rocks.

So many many rocks.

Rocks and tumbleweeds.

Second Day

The environment as far as the eye could see was boulders, tumbleweeds, and even more boulders. There was even one tumbleweed shaped boulder!

I was simply laying on the alligator as my hand skimmed across the ground when several shadows flew overhead. I slowly turned my head to the sky to see many flying carriages that seemed to be pulled by pegesai. So they got wing ponies now?

Not the weirdest thing I've seen since I got here.

The carriages flew steadily to the looming hills in the faraway distance, while the lizard and I meandered lazily in their general direction. After a couple of hours and a few short rests, we settled down for the night having started the journey the night before we were more than exhausted. We settled next to a clumb of boulders.

Third Day

"Charles?"

The alligator shook its head.

"Spike?"

Another nope.

"Hmm...ah I got it, how about Liz? Genius, right?"

Another shake of its head.

"Okay, hmmm...how about Hugo?"

It just huffed in response.

"I'll take that as a yes, you are hereby known as Hugo fungus muncher."

Another nope.

"So, no on the last part?"

Fourth Day

After some more walking and a few more awkward sideways glances at the unaturally large shadows I noticed something odd. These vultures were huge, and they were slowly lowering their altitude as time went on.

I patted the newly named lizard on the neck.

"Hey bud, it seems we have bogeys inbound."

Hugo just tilted his head to the side before continuing at the same pace he did before.

"Seriously?"

It just grumbled in response to my question.

"Yeah, sure, I'm gonna act like I know what you said."

Once nighttime rolled around the kettle of abnormally large vultures flew away leaving me and my scaly companion to set up camp for the night.

Fifth Day

"Come at me, you flying chicken sandwich!"

A cacophony of angry vulture sound was the only response I got.

"I swear to all that is well seasoned if you don't stop trying to swoop down when I'm not looking I'll tell Gordon Ramsay."

One of the larger vulture creatures dropped from the sky behind me interrupting my amazing monologue. Though it was good I had my head on a swivel so it wasn't too difficult to move out of the way.

We'd only been walking for about four or five minutes before the vultures appeared. They've been pestering us since, which is odd considering vultures that I'm used to are scavengers. Luckily there are only about three it'd be bad if there were more.

Making sure to keep my eyes on the not so friendly birds I turned around to grab my trusty lantern. If I am going to die I might as well slam dunk a lantern on one's head, right? I turned around once I heard the beating of large wings.

Two of the large birds rocketed down at breakneck speeds, I didn't have much time to react and neither did Hugo. The bird on the left was closer than the one on the right. So with little time, I used the momentum of turning around to slam the iron frame of the lantern into the bird on the left.

The bird on the right, however, crashed into me full force causing me to be knocked of Hugo. The pain, I couldn't focus on it, too much adrenaline. My nose was bleeding and my right arm was covered in cuts. The vulture that I hit must have been killed, I couldn't see it anywhere.

Hugo was doing something, I couldn't pay attention to what he was doing at the moment. I saw the vulture that knocked me off, it was recovering from hitting me. It was trying to regain altitude. Using my left hand I grabbed a sizeable rock and threw it. I didn't aim because it was a last-ditch effort.

The rock hit the vultures left-wing causing it too lean too far to the left and crash. This small victory was short-lived when I heard a familiar sound. I switched my lantern to my other hand and turned around to see the third vulture dive-bombing towards me.

I couldn't see it, it was right in front of the sun. I closed my eyes and swung the lantern blindly in front of me.

No impact. Nothing. Then suddenly I hear a screech and the sound of stone cracking.

I peeked one of my eyes open to see the third vulture killed. It was killed by blunt force trauma from getting hit by the corpse of another bird. I looked over at Hugo.

He had bits of feathers hanging out of his mouth.

"Did you just...that was kinda badass."

I sat down right next to the dead monsters. Hugo waddled over and looked at the birds.

"You hungry?"

He just looked at me.

"Just chow down man, I'm just gonna rest here for a while."

Hugo went right to work on those birds. After a good bit of time I got up and looked for the hopefully dead bird. I peered over the boulder I was resting on and saw the little shit limping away. I left my lantern and grabbed a rock that required two hands to hold and slowly walked towards it.

To spare you the details I ended it's life quickly. I grabbed it remains and packed up everything I could.

Though the hardest and most dangerous thing I would have to deal with is my arm wounds. I had a few clean pieces of tattered cloth that I fixed onto my arm, but those would eventually need to be removed but it'd work for now. I started shaking my head to get rid of my stinkin' thinkin', I got a lot of cool looking feathers out of it, so that's a positive!

We continued traveling for a few hours. Mid-way through our travel we came across a sign. It showed a rough drawing of a bird.

Beware in the rocks in the Craigs they wait, beware the rocs, for they are like the plague.

I hate both rocks and rocs.

Author's Note

Sorry for the later then usual upload, I had to prepare for a performance I had coming up.

Thank you for reading!

If you see any errors throw them my way.

Also here is a Roc

Also, what is y'alls favorite mythological monster?