The Giantess of Dasos

Deep within the forest of Dasos, there stood twin mountains. Within those mountains lived a giantess and her sister. Short strands of golden locks framed faces that held pale blue eyes. If not for their enormous size, these women would be bewitching, but their need for human flesh made them more beast than beauty.

The eras stretched beyond comprehension and the eldest sister grew weary of devouring humans. Her heart had grown heavy with sorrows for she loved to watch the human children in the nearby village play and laugh. She created an elixir that took her thirst and made her appear human. The younger sister thought the eldest foolish for wanting to appear as such cattle. The eldest sister paid the other no mind and embraced the humanity that found most dear.

With the form of a mortal, the eldest sister could visit the village that she could only once look upon. Everyday she would visit; she would dance and laugh with the children that she quickly grew fond of. Viciously, laughter was replaced with screams of her younger sister’s current meals with her nightly visits home. She could only enter the mountain in silence.

Many times, the eldest begged her sister to drink the elixir to stop the wretched killings, and every time the younger one refused, for she found happiness in who she was, in what they were. The younger sister did not wish to deny their very nature; they were giants, humans were food not friends or lovers. She felt no sorrow or guilt, and she would not be stopped.

After a millennium, the eldest arrived home to the screaming of a child. She raced toward the sound, hoping to save the poor one, but fell to her knees when the familiar silence engulfed the rocky corridor. From then on, the eldest promised that a child would never again die at the hands of her sister.

If the eldest sister remained in human form, she did not have any of the abilities gifted to the giants. Forcing her to abandon the village and remain around to join in her sister's hunts. The eldest would save the children, but keep them as prisoners. The eldest felt so alone, and missed the laughter of the children. The younger sister twisted the eldest sister’s love for humans to suit her appetites, and used the children to lure prey directly into the mountains.

This continued for centuries. As the children grew older, the eldest would replace them with others, helping them escape. Townsfolk and warriors began to search the mountainside; the number of missing too many to ignore. They searched in vain, the way in shielded. Over time, search parties came back smaller and smaller, eventually causing leaders to reluctantly forbid anyone from entering the wood.

Within decades, threats of a modern world dulled down the younger sister’s appetite, and the faces of the missing filled pieces of paper stapled to a wooden post-forgotten; ignored. The village below the mountains grew, filling with modern relishes. The legend of the mountain giantess brought tourists and cryptid hunters; hoping to catch a glimpse of the man-eating creature.

The local townspeople fed the myth, whispering that in the dead of night, when all the woodland creatures would grew silent, muffled screams could be heard echoing down the mountainside into the streets

Such superstitions were looked over by most, but sometimes during the day, you might catch a glimpse of a beautiful woman with short golden hair and pale blue eyes admiring the school children while they played.