Once the giant gathered the wherewithal to stand, he began to walk. Each foot the size of a small cottage, leaving deep footprints in the soft earth. Every ground-shaking step caused his belly to quiver, and the feeling was somehow comforting. He felt massive, and in that there was a perverse sort of glory. Despite a growing hunger in the giant's now-sizable belly, he did not slow to add other villages to the contents of his stomach.
Villagers heard the giant coming from a distance, but did not know what to make of the trembling earth until it was too late. Some were crushed at their hearths as a colossal foot broke through the flimsy roof of their cottage and flattened everything into the ground. Others had the satisfaction of watching their homes or livelihoods destroyed, leaving them out on the streets with the sun soon to set. The giant did not deliberately destroy other villages in the manner he did his own. Rather, he cut a path through them. A man with a plan, oblivious to the death and destruction he caused to the insignificant world below him. None contested him as he migrated, for who could?
Villagers heard the giant coming from a distance, but did not know what to make of the trembling earth until it was too late. Some were crushed at their hearths as a colossal foot broke through the flimsy roof of their cottage and flattened everything into the ground. Others had the satisfaction of watching their homes or livelihoods destroyed, leaving them out on the streets with the sun soon to set. The giant did not deliberately destroy other villages in the manner he did his own. Rather, he cut a path through them. A man with a plan, oblivious to the death and destruction he caused to the insignificant world below him. None contested him as he migrated, for who could?