Lasiv

	Zalstom Clashanvil had had enough of hiding. This world might not have been a place for humans anymore, but living in a cave had been too much for him for a few years already. He had to go outside. See the sun, the sky. Touch the trees, feel the breeze. Maybe die. There was a high chance of that happening. But at least he wouldn't die in that cave.
	Zalstom decided to walk to a shrine, the last shrine he'd heard of. It might not be standing anymore, but it would at least give him a place to spend the night. Maybe a place to pray, too. The god of the Sun certainly knew he'd need luck to survive.

	The shrine was there, only ruins remaining. But still some stone left. Half a statue standing. Vegetation covering the place. Too many years spent in disrepair. But you could see it had been some fine human architecture. Zalstom was looking at the statue when he heard a roar. Turning around, he saw a giant lizard, covered in teal feathers. This shrine was probably its lair. It might have even been the creature that destroyed it.

	The beast twitched its antennae and rushed towards Zalstom. The human already had his spear in his hand. This was it. The end. He managed to dodge the creature's charge and rolled away from its claws. It was no matter, for the lizard was dodging his strikes all the same. Zalstom focused and managed to stab the beast in its left hindleg. Then the left foreleg. The lizard fell on the ground and Zalstom felt a glimmer of hope.
	The creature was at his mercy, he wouldn't die today. He prepared to strike, to stab the monster heavily in its head. The spear pierced the scales, then the skull, but it was not enough. The beast was still alive. Worse, Zalstom realized his spear was stuck in his foe's skull. Trying desperately to get it out, he did not see the claws coming. They closed on his left arm and the beast threw him against a pillar. His arm broken, his spear fallen a few meters away, Zalstom got his dagger out and prepared to strike, hoping to vanquish the lizard with one last hit.
	He missed. The creature had dodged the dagger easily and he felt its claws on his throat, slowly choking the life out of him. His vision faded to black and the lizard finally broke his neck. Lasiv Luthizin had claimed another life.