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Step by step, with her hand as support against the icy wall, she continued to walk, her walk fueled only by her pride. The whipping winds began to calm down for their joy, and after 100 meters more, the nocturnal fog allowed to see a warm light in the distance.

"That must be Alsta... or is the end of the tunnel... To all the gods who are listening to me, please make it the first option... please" she prayed silently, while at each step the fog dispersed, allowing more and more of the night sky covered of stars, many of which she had never seen before.

With a new feeling of joy in her heart, she ran (as much as her aching body allowed her) to the gigantic citadel, looking for the nearest entrance or any guard that could help her. For her surprise, most of the doors were closed, except for one of the two buildings that protrude from the walls. A huge structure building with a facade similar to a cathedral, but adorned with black stone statues of sages, magicians and scholars (or at least she must have assumed that they were based on the books, canes and staffs they carried) instead of the typical gargoyles that she had seen so much in the most religious kingdoms. A large glass of warm colors covered the upper part of the outer doors, as if serving the adventurers to indicate a safe and warm point.

She knelt exhausted in front of the doors, striking with the back of her hand while on the other side they heard laughter and merriment, more typical of infants than of adults.

 

"Just a moment! A moment! "The voice that rang through the door was old and cultured, uttering and vocalizing perfectly, something logical for an Alsta resident. Slowly, the double doors opened, emanating a warmth with which she had dreamed for hours. From among them appeared a small old man, dressed in an ornate silver tunic and with a long beard that reached to his knees ... just as they had described her. "Oh Hello! We werent expecting any visitors so late- "

 

"It's this..." She forced herself to interrupt the good man. " the Alsta's library?"

 

"Corret, miss. You find yourself before the legendary library of King Monto, the pavilion of dark letters!" With great pride, the old man rubbed his beard while studying the visitor up and down.

 

"Have you already started tonight's story?..." she whispered, praying with all her strength so that the answer was negative.

 

"Judging from your clothes and lack of luggage..." The old man stepped aside, letting his guest in... something she accepted without hesitation, crawling at full speed until she was safe in the library. "You cant have come to explore the ruins of the Old Alsta, right?"

 

She denied softly, letting her bones warm. "This morning I heard at the camp of the ruins of Lower Alstaus that tonight you are going to tell the story of Erin, so I climbed the mountain as fast as my legs have allowed me... have you started already?"

 

"You've climbed... the whole mountain in... less than 12 hours?!" The old man couldnt hide his surprise, the revelation too shocking for his poor body. "You are a huge and pretty young woman, very passionate about the stories! You're lucky, young lady, I had just served the biscuits and hot chocolate that accompanied us tonight just when you knocked on the door" Her face radiated joy, while an innocent smile formed on her lips.

 

"Might If…"

 

"Dont ask, dear! Find a few cushions and sit next to the group, they are already placed around the big chimmey" The old man pointed to one of the walls of the building, for the brief moments before she ran away "WAIT, DEAR! What is your name??" The old man shouted, managing to hold her attention for a few seconds.

 

"My name is Line, sir!" And again, the girl ran again, dodging tables and shelves.

 

Smiling, the old man began to lock the doors and windows, thinking to himself. "A girl so young walking on such a dangerous path, even more with so many beasts infected by the darkness lurking on the trails ... and also in half the time of the recommended!" Kneeling and grabbing his knees, the old man lowered his head, reciting silently in the ancient language of Alsta. "Tibi gratias ago pro tui dare praesidium, dea Cela. Puer omni cura tua benedicetur innocentes coactus est vivere in world consumetur in tenebris..."

 

 


 

The chimney was as big as Line was expected, 2 meters high and 2 meters long, built with bronze and fed by a Branese core, giving enough heat to heat the entire library. Above it, a sound crystal system reproduces a soft orchestral music, helping to create a calm and familiar atmosphere. A stack of cushions and pillows was piled up on one side of the chimney area so large that they reached Line's hip, and right next to it a huge table was covered with plates full of cupcakes, biscuits, sausages and breads, accompanied by large jugs of hot chocolate and fresh water. As described at the border crossing, the nights of legends are a true symbol of the hospitality of the city of Alsta.

The group of attendees was much more diverse than she expected as she climbed the mountain, a part of her waiting for only small children.

Children who evidently assume a large part of the audience, playing with each other or sitting with their parents around the big chair. (although more than big it should be described as tall, with legs of almost meter and a half).

Further away from the chair was a group of young people of all races, some dressed in casual clothes and others ready to go to the unknown at any time. With this last group Line decided to sit down, calling attention to what appeared to be human twins, sitting on the edge.

 

"Excuse me, is this place taken"And although Line had tried to sound as smooth and polite as possible, the boy couldnt hide a giggle.

 

"A giantess, huh? What have you lost in such a high and cold place? I thought that the giants prefer the most temperate places" The boy said without losing a second his half-smile, trying to bother Line.

 

"Dan! Dont be rude! "The one who should be his sister reprimanded him, grabbing his hand and squeezing. "Sorry, my little brother's idiot, he didnt mean to offend you. My name is Veronica, and no, it's not busy"

 

Line denied smiling "Not problem, I'm not offended. Just the opposite, really! It's strange to meet someone who understands the difference between titan and giant!" Placing the cushions as close together as possible, Line dropped on them, breathing in relief after a whole day of walking.

 

"It's the height, isnt it?" Dan asked again, this time without a hint of mockery in his words.

 

"Correct, the giants like me have human skin, upright posture and we usually measure up to 7 meters, from which yes whom you see has a more solid skin, with almost rough texture and walks more stooped, then it is when you can assume that it is a titan" An explanation that she was more than accustomed to give, but still doing so with pride. The look of curiosity of the twins spoke for itself, something that took a smile from Line. "Four meters and sixty centimeters, although in recent months may have grown a couple of centimeters"

 

Dan and Veronica looked at each other for a few seconds before Dan turned back to Line. "You're not the tallest person we've met, but you're in the top five, you can feel proud"

 

"I will!" With an innocent smile, Line saw the old man approach his chair, raising his right hand towards her and moving his index finger in circles until a small golden glow began to emanate. Slowly, the chair reduced the size of its legs until it was just the right height for the old man to sit, moments later the chair climbed back to its natural height.

 

"What kind of magic has that been, my little ones?" The old man smiled at the children, closing their eyes while everyone shouted at the same time.

 

"ALTERATION!!"

 

"Right!" The old man applauded, amusing the children who clapped back. Clearing his voice, the old man raised his hands to one of the shelves, from which one of the books began to shine with purple light, leaving the shelf and floating towards the hands of the old man. "Do any of you remember the rule of the colors of magic?"

 

"YESSSSS!" The children shouted again in unison, losing any coordination at once, each listing the colors in a different order.

 

"Children children! Repeat with me! Red for power magic, orange for healing magic, yellow for alteration magic, green for protection magic, blue for vision magic, purple for movement magic and indigo for creation magic! It doesnt matter if what you want is to become adventurers, doctors, priests, blacksmiths... one of the first lessons is to know the colors of magic! Whether through crystals, jewelry or minerals, our world was born of magic, learning to differentiate it is a lesson as basic as breathing"

 

"And why are people who make ice swords and it isnt red?" Asked a child near the chair, raising his hand after having shouted.

 

"A very good question, my dear! Some argue that the art of elementalism has nothing to do with pure magic, but if one stopped to study each spell separately, after much searching would end up looking for the original colors with which the spell was woven!" The old man looked from I glanced at the boy, winking at him. "Although you should leave these questions for school hours, today we have many guests who have come to hear a good story!"

Bringing a glass of water to prepare to narrate, the old man cleared his voice for the last time, opening the book.

"Come to the fireplace if you want to warm the bones, because the trip we will undertake tonight will be very long! Today there are many young people who accompany us, for them I introduce myself: They call me Old Tegan and I am the scholar in charge of the lessons of the youngest and the night care of the library, which is why I started more than 50 years ago the nights of legend, one of the most beautiful traditions, if you allow me to show off, of our city!

Between these gigantic shelves that cover every corner and every corridor of the great library of Alsta one can find all sorts of stories; from realms that saw their fullness and found their end by the same hand of fate, going through epic crusades initiated by the smallest of rebellions, and even stories of love for which the protagonists shook entire continents without thinking about the consequences.

Our world was born of magic and legends, and thanks to them hundreds of heroes have written their stories, either directly or through the hand of the legendary and mysterious Masters Storytellers, who write the stories of those heroes who fell in battle!

Among so many great stories today we look at a specific one, one that tells the beginnings of one of the greatest heroes that our same world has known and still has the pleasure of knowing, because this has been written by hand by the very "Hero Queen of Eluxar"... or by the nickname by which many adventurers know her, "The Grimm's apprentice"

Each hero has a beginning, one for which they are remembered: Battles almost lost whose tilt turns thanks to the hero, rescue of towns, cities or even royalty from the clutches of the evil... but not all the beginnings of the future heroes are brilliant. Many are the heroes whose origins go back from the most absolute poverty, criminality or even death, because as they say the need to grow and mature is usually born of terrible situations...

This story? It belongs more to the second group, no matter how much the queen herself tried to decorate it! A long time ago, when even our sky was only illuminated by the moon during the nights, there was a name whose mere mention was a sign of bad omen... or at least it was still for the elderly, the only ones who remembered the meaning and the story behind that name"

 

Not surprisingly, many were the children who were starting to get impatient."Calm, Calm! Dont be impatient! You must learn to wait and ask yourself why we need this introduction? It will be helpful to place our story, nothing more! Everything will make sense later, I promise!" The old man's promise was enough to calm the majority of the unruly, who fell back on their cushions.

"Our story begins scarcely two decades after the birth of the first Apodemus star, whose disturbing light, day or night, illuminated a small town with no name or value in the forests of Hyalgan"

 



 

Chapter End Notes:

Pleased to meet you, my name is Meras, and although I have been writing for a long time on my own and reading on this website, I have never felt eager to make an account and publish my own story.


After rereading for the second time Big Friendly Giantess, I began to spin around a couple of ideas that quickly allowed me to recover some personal concepts and end up translating them into a single story ... and since there are so many stories I've read on this page that They have made me enjoy so much, I have decided that I also wanted to contribute something.


This story is that something, so I hope you like it! I would also appreciate any criticism, since this is the first story I share with someone outside of my family and I would like to improve my writing beyond the advice they have given me.

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