A Hero Was Born: Chapter Eleven

Wake the coward. Wake the loser. Wake the dead guy. All these nicknames could've been applied to him, but for now, no-one was speaking. The monster had easily beaten down Malisa, and Wake himself had not done better. More, he did worse. Not only was he defeated, but he was lying on the ground, an arow stuck in his shoulder. He clutched the sword that was still in his hand, but he knew he would die. He was never a good fighter, and right now was definetly not an exception. But wake had remembered one vital weapon. The coin.

Use it when your in trouble, Wake remembered the camp irector saying. Using whatever strenght he had left, he reached into pocket and grabbed the gold coin. The monster was too busy trying to efeat the still fighting Malisa, who was now down to her shiny silver sword. Wake flipped the coin, and suddenly an enormous shield popped-up. Wake, suprised, could not even lift the shield, an he felt useless carrying it. But he had a plan.

"Hey, idoit! You dropped something!", Wake yelled. The monster turned, and Wake did the only thing he could do: throw the shield like a frizbee. The shield did not diasappoint with the answer. Less than a fraction of a second, and the shield lay on the groun, nex to a pool of golden blood, and the monster, now mortaly injured. Malisa looked at him in awe, and looked at the shield.

"How did yo-" She never finished. She was too memorized at Wake's head. Wake looked at her, and looked-up. There is was: a lightning bolt, high above his head.

"Wake,", Malisa began to say "you've just been claimed."