A few things not to do when being attacked by a giant

This is your typical awful one-shot. The first ever story of TheBestDaysofUrLife.

-Will-

I'd been on the monsters scent for days. My feet were swollen and calloused, my lips were chapped and dry due to lack of water and my legs were so stiff it was a miracle I could stand at all.

As I walked through the sludge, following the giant back to its homeland I cursed my father. It was his suggestion after all. "Go kill all the giants in the land," he said. "You'll be a hero!" He'd promised.

Where was I three years later? Still on the trail of hunting every giant in the goddamned country.

I shifted the weight of my sword to my left hand and roads my right hand as a visit to blog out the sun in my eyes. Where had the monster gone? Is lost it about five miles back, seeing as its legs were the length of a middle school soccer field.

I slumped against a rock and removed the brown sack from my back and rummages through it. A handful of drachma- only enough for my next meal- and a piece if crumbling moldy bread. What I would have done for some water.

I broke apart the bread and stuffed some in my mouth, chewing loudly and obnoxiously. I wondered what my step-mother would say- Hera. She was always chiding me to be a gentleman, which I found completely unfair. None of the other demigods had to do any of this stupid quest stuff. My dad, Zeus was the one who even got me started on this useless task.

Just as I stood up and tied my sack back on, I felt a strange breeze rush by me. It blew north then back south, north than south. It kept going and I realized it must be breathing. Slowly, without making any sudden movements I turned my head ever so slightly. Behind me stood the giant, crouched low to the ground watching me through the forest of trees.