"You are awake." The voice rumbled through the cave as he emerged from the shadows, a cruel smile curling his lips as he saw the shock and fear on my face. "This is good. I tired of carrying you."
I pushed myself to my feet backing away one shaky step at a time as the ... creature ... advanced. The flat black eyes were the same I remembered, but what came towards me now almost looked like a man. He was bald, his ears slightly pointed, his eyes inhumanly cold, but his body was as bronzed and broad-shouldered as any man from my village. His upper body at any rate; near his waist the comforting illusion ended and the scales began. Instead of legs he possessed the powerful lower body of a snake, muscles rippling along his sides as he glided forward.
"You should not try to run. I will only catch you, and then I shall be displeased." He extended a hand to me, beckoning me to come towards him. "You do not wish for me to be displeased with you, little one." There was a note of grim warning in his rumbling voice, one that made fear flutter in my stomach and my legs feel even weaker than they already did.
"What are you?" I was shocked by the trembling whisper, even more so when I realized that it was mine. "Who are you?" My voice strengthened, but I couldn't seem to mask the fear reflected in it.
"Do your people no longer know me, little one?" The snake-man's voice was low and dangerous, almost angry. "There was once a time when no human would date step into this valley. It belonged to my people; to me."
"I ... no ... the temple ..." Slowly, my wide-eyed gaze not leaving his form, I at first shook my head in denial before the memories fluttered through my shocked mind. The great temple -- overgrown and neglected now, harboring nothing more than shadows and cobwebs -- had carvings of beings such as the one confronting me; terrifying yet fanciful carvings, nearly worn away by time and the elements and forgotten by my people. "No one believes the old tales anymore. No one worships at the temple, the old gods are dead."
A fierce scowl etched the snake-man's brow as my words trailed off, a low hiss spilling from his lips. "Not dead little one, only ... sleeping. But now I am woken from my long slumber. Soon my people shall also wake and you will all bow down to us again. Now come!" The command was sharp and imperious as he once more held out his hand to me.
I shook my head again; my heart feeling as though it would burst through my chest so great was my fear. The deep ache of my body reminded me with each step back of the brutal way the not-man had taken me at the pool. I didn't want him to touch me again. I didn't want to feel those slick scales against my skin. Somehow his half-human half-snake form made him seem even more bestial and cruel to my eyes. With a gasp I spun on my heel and started to run towards the cave's mouth, the pale evening light still visible through the overhanging vines and obscuring brush.
There was only the rustle of scales sliding swiftly over the sand and rocks, the sharp angry snarl behind me as warning before the creature's thick tail knocked my feet from beneath me and laid me out on the ground again. The air rushed from my lungs, the world fading from before my eyes for a moment as my chin struck the cool stone floor. I was too stunned to struggle as the snake-man reached down and grasped my arm in his hand and pulled me to my feet again, shaking me until I cried out in pain. "I warned you, little one, that it would displease me if you tried to run." He jerked my arm, pulling me off balance and against his broad muscular chest. "I am displeased. Do not now make me angry."