VISUAL PROMPT
by Sans @ deviantart.com/Sanskarans

Write a story from the perspective of someone in this image (perhaps we cannot see them, but they're there).
Protecting
I could feel pain in all of my joints, creaking and groaning in pain, I had chunks missing out of my sides, and I was covered in frost from years of neglect. The little energy I had was spent on anger at the small people in red suits. They had only come here looking for the treasure I was rumored to protect.
One of the people dressed in red pulled out a few sticks the same color as his full body jumper.
“Let’s blow it to pieces!” He yelled to the other people, and a cheer of encouragement came up from all of them. He stalked toward me, and I knew I needed to stop him. I let out as much smoke as I could, and it was a relief to get rid of some of the toxic air stored inside of me. He started to cough and wave at the atmosphere in front of him. “Garry! I thought you said the air was clean!” He yelled to another man behind him.
“I thought it was!” Yelled back Garry. So I had tricked him! I wasn’t sure if it had worked to hold all of the accumulating smoke back, and hadn’t heard what Garry had said to the man about to blow me to pieces, but I now rejoiced a little in my small victory.
“Well, it will certainly take a few more hours for the smoke to clear, so in the meantime I suggest we head back to the trucks and finish off our dinner.” A few people grunted in agreement and trailed after him. For whatever reason he didn’t question when a few people stayed behind. But I was certainly did.
They sat on the frost covered rocks and stumps, facing each other with frustrated looks on their faces.
“The captain is gonna keep all the treasure for himself” growled the guy closest to me.
“We all know that Terry.” Groaned the man to his left.
“So what are we gonna do about it?” Demanded Terry.
“I suggest we go in the ship and seek out the prize ourselves!”
“What if we steal his dynamite?”
“We should kill him!”
There were several other suggestions but Terry quieted all of them with a wave of his hand. “All the truck drivers are on the captains side, if we kill him they ain’t gonna help us one bit. And if we steal his dynamite he’ll just go back for more and take the truck drivers with him.” He said shaking his head.