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August! I brought you over to cheer up Jack, he’s just been rejected by Mailia for the second time, stop being so jealous that he has Jeremy Ghost Man!
It was well-known that no one has ever entered the deadly forest and come out alive. For years, rumors surrounded the woods, rumors of horrifying creatures and gruesome deaths. When Jack is exiled to the forest for a crime he didn't commit, he is promised one thing: “You won't last long enough to suffer.”
As he looks up at the dark eyes staring down at him from an impossible height, a quick death is all he can hope for.
Fortunately for Jack, the giantess has other plans.
Garda
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Jack turned around and scrambled backwards, any plea for mercy dying in his throat when he saw the full size of the giantess looking down at him. The footprints should have been a good enough hint, but nothing could have prepared him for seeing her up close. With broad shoulders, arms big enough to lift trees, and hands large enough to crush him, it was no wonder the rest of the forest feared her. He doubted his knife could even pierce her thick, dark skin, or if she would even feel anything if it did. He felt like nothing more than a doll lying beneath her, and he didn't doubt that she could effortlessly pull him apart like one.
Even half-lying down, he had to crane his neck to see her stone-like face, with her head reaching the height of some of the older trees in the forest. Brown eyes stared down at him with an intensity that made him shiver, and her lips were pressed in a thin line. Was she angry? Hungry? Disappointed that her snack was so small?
Jack couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't stop shaking. He couldn't think clearly through the pounding of his pulse in his ears and the pain of his throbbing ankle.
The giantess knelt down on her knees. When a calloused hand reached toward him, he flinched. “No–please,” he gasped, throwing up his arms to shield himself. He couldn't help imagining how easy it would be for her to wrap her fingers around his entire body and how quickly she could kill him with just one squeeze.
The hand paused. Then the giantess spoke, her low voice clear and precise, with the hint of an accent Jack couldn't recognize. “You are injured.”
He blinked. He couldn't tell if it was a statement or a question, but he also hadn't expected her to speak to him at all. Giants didn't normally converse with their victims before killing them, did they?
“I can help,” she added firmly as she laid her hand palm-side up in front of him. An invitation. A choice.
Help? The word echoed through Jack's mind as he stared wide-eyed at the massive hand laying in front of him, gaping at how her fingers were as long as his arms.
Giants never helped humans.
This had to be a trick. A hoax to ease him into a false sense of security. A ploy to make him easier to kill.
Jack glanced down at his injured leg, wincing at the waves of pain that pulsed through his ankle. Then he looked back at the hand that could so easily kill him.
Not like I have any other choice, he told himself.
After a moment of hesitation, Jack sheathed his knife in his belt and held out trembling arms to pull himself onto the hand, holding back a shudder when her thumb crossed over his legs to hold him in place. He closed his eyes tight, bracing himself for whatever came next.
“I am going to lift you now,” she told him. “Hold on.”
He grabbed onto her thumb and held on tight, his stomach lurching when her hand rose slowly into the air. Then, just as slowly, he was lowered to the ground above the pit, where he immediately scrambled off the hand, crawling backwards with his good leg until his back hit a tree.
Even as she knelt over him, her presence was overwhelming, taking up his entire field of vision. He was close enough now that he could see the faint wrinkles around her eyes and mouth and the gray hairs scattered through the long black braid resting on her shoulder.
It was far too close for comfort. Jack struggled to take in a deep breath. He wondered if she could hear how loud his heart pounded in his chest.
She reached toward his injured foot. He flinched, jerking his leg away. “N-no–don't–”
She held her hand up in a calming gesture. “Be still. I am just going to look.”
Or she could be trying to rip it off to get a sample of the treat she just caught. It would only take a tug from her fingers…
“Take off your boot,” she ordered.
Probably doesn't like the taste of leather, Jack thought, hurrying to untie his laces with trembling fingers. He kicked the shoe off with his other foot, figuring that obedience was his best chance of survival. The last thing he wanted to do was make the giantess angry.
Two fingers grabbed his injured leg, and Jack couldn't stop the whimper from escaping his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut and dug his fingers hard into the dirt, praying that he would at least pass out before he felt the pain of his leg being ripped clean off of his body.
For a brief moment, his leg was set gently onto the ground again. He heard the sound of branches snapping above his head, followed by the sound of ripping fabric. He tensed.
“I am Garda.”
Jack opened his eyes, blinking in surprise. Was that–did she–did the giantess just introduce herself to him? He looked at her face, which continued to focus on his leg, almost as if she hadn't even said anything at all.
“G-Garda?” Jack repeated quietly, testing the name. It felt foreign and heavy on his tongue, but it was humanizing. She had given him information, something he could hold onto. He noticed that he was suddenly shaking a lot less.
The giantess–Garda–gave a single nod as she used some sticks and strips of cloth ripped from her cloak to wrap his ankle in a splint. Despite the frightening size of her hands, he couldn't help but notice how slow and careful she was in her movements, almost as if he was made of glass. Had she really meant what she had said about helping him?
“I'm…Jack,” he said, his voice nearly a whisper. He wondered if she had even heard him until her eyes flicked up briefly to his face before she looked back down at his leg.
“Jack,” she responded with another nod as she carefully tied the cloth in a knot. “This will do for now. I will be able to do more for you at home.”
“Er–home?” Jack looked up in alarm. A horrifying image came to his mind of a family of giants as enormous as Garda, fighting over who could eat him as an appetizer before dinner. He laughed nervously and shook his head, pressing himself harder against the tree. “That–that won't be necessary, really. I can…I can manage.”
Garda didn't say anything. She didn't need to; the raised brow and deadpan look said it all: Do you really think I'm going to believe that? It reminded Jack of a mother catching a child in a very obvious lie.
As if on cue, a roar sounded in the distance.
She laid her open palm on the ground next to him again and waited, looking at him expectantly. He stared at the hand, thinking of the squirrel and the fox and how terrified they had been of Garda's presence.
She hasn't killed you yet, Jack reminded himself.
He sighed in defeat. “Fine,” he grumbled, crawling back into her hand, muscles tensing when Garda pressed her thumb over his legs like before to hold him in place. He held on tight as she slowly stood to her full height. When he looked down to see the ground far below, he tightened his grip and stifled a gasp at the sudden wave of dizziness. He was up so high…
“I will not drop you.”
Startled, Jack looked up at Garda's face to see her staring down at him with the same intensity as before, eyes narrowed and jaw set. Determined.
Turning her eyes forward, she cupped her other hand underneath him before she began to walk, her thundering footsteps shaking the ground and the trees around them. A reminder of her power and strength. A reminder of how small he was in her hands.
“Why are you helping me?” He asked, studying her face. She had to have a reason to keep him alive. She likely needed him for something. No giant would ever rescue a human out of the “goodness of their heart.”
Garda glanced down at him before looking up ahead. “Because you are hurt.”
Jack scoffed and looked away, but he didn't push any further. It wouldn't be a good idea to anger the giantess that held him in her hands.
She's definitely hiding something, he thought, watching the trees around them tremble with every step she took. His stomach churned as he wondered what she had planned for him once they arrived at her home.
She was a giantess, after all. It couldn't be anything good.
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I revamped my Total Drama inspired OC cast. Now I'm slowly working on writing out their story... very slowly. But I'm hoping to eventually get a fic out on AO3.
Gonna be sharing more information on this cast, the hosts and staff soon. Ish. Soon-ish.
