Kolos

You stand on a mountainside, arms chained to the rock that presses against you. The roar of your once adoring subjects deafening. A tribute, that's what you are. A bribe so Kolos doesn't destroy your kingdom. You're saving your family, your nation, but you can't help but feel bitter.. A rumble, it's getting louder, you wince and attempt to cover your ears, but your chains don't allow you. The roar of the crowd behind you turn to screams as it's horrific face peeks over the mountains in the distance. A disfigured mound of darkness. It's eyes are holes of pure light which seem to be fixed upon you. You gasp at Kolos' magnitude, larger then the mountains themselves, large enough to flatten entire houses underfoot. Dear God. This is what will take you away. You thrash, but the chains seem to tighten as it gets closer and closer.