#ThursThreads, week 486

Prompt: https://siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads-tying-tales-together-week-486/

Gulliver rolled over in his sleep, almost crushing a dozen small forms, scurrying out from under his huge bulk. The general called out her orders from her elevated perch, regrouping her troops. Damn the giant, she thought, not for the first time. He seemed to have a preternatural sense of danger, and she knew that if he ever woke and saw what she was doing, it wouldn’t matter that his most vital organs might not be the targets of her assault. She didn’t know a way to tell him that she was trying to help him.  

His breathing calmed again, settling into deep snores that shook the ground, and the general sent out the signal to begin again. She watched as the footsoldiers erected the towers, rising as high as any structures they’d ever built, until a woman on the top would be able to look down on Gulliver as a giant herself. 

From the towers came the ropes, creating a tenuous connection high in the air. The general knew that the ones who would cross the ropes were her best and her bravest, and she said a short prayer that they would survive today. 

Finally, all was ready, and the only part left was the thing itself. He might not ever appreciate what she was doing today, though she hoped that if her team was able to find what caused him such pain the rages and the howling would stop. She had to try, for everyone’s sake. 

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