"Keep doing what I have taught you, and, don't kill anymore... Promise me?.."
"I.. I promise..."
Did I ever tell you how bad I was at keeping promises?
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The earth was drenched in blood. Desperately, the heavens tried to cover up the massacre that had just ended. Sheets of rain fell on me, punishing me with the cold.
Gray and darker gray were my accomplices. All the fire which had once roared, now only fizzled out and died under the unrelenting downpour.
Flashes of lightning struck above, hollow threats aimed my way. I wasn't scared of death anymore. For I knew it was impossible for me.
My clothes were soaking wet, which were now just black pants and a long sleeve black shirt. Easier to hide bloodstains, that way..
Alone, my soggy shoes splashed in the puddling streets, blood joining the water as it rushed downstream. This time the bloodbath was different than the times before, for it wasn't only human blood that was spilt. Much of it, in fact, was that of rebellious monsters seeking mindless vengeance. Idly, I wondered if such a change would cause suspicion among the humans. Perhaps they would realize my power over them had fallen..
It was strange. What usually filled me with so much triumph, a grandiose feeling of success, now, only a hollowness wandered. A strange sense of dissatisfaction in what I had just done...
In the distance, I heard quiet whimpering from somewhere to my left. I looked further down the street to see a small figure covered in rain and ash. It was not a small animal, which was my first assumption. It was a small human child. The young female's hair was a dark shade of gray, nearly black if you scrubbed out all the ash that clumped together on it. Looking at her confused and sorrow filled eyes, I saw that they were a pale blue color, which stuck out like a firework in the dark sky amongst all the shades of gray around her. Though she was far younger, no older than five years of age, she reminded me an awfully lot of that human female I had made my mentor all those years ago. This had to be a coincidence, however, because I knew for sure that Rey had died. I even buried her on a small, secluded hill, under a large birch tree. This child was possibly related, however. Perhaps some of her family did survive my previous attack.
"...Um.. Sir..?" The Small child spoke with a scratchy voice as she walked up to me. I was surprised to spot no fear in her as she hobbled over to me on her still developing legs. Her voice was soft, almost silent, so I had to tune in my ears to listen further. "...I.. I am lost.. Can you help me find Mommy and Daddy?" She asked. I just looked down at the child, quietly wondering why such a frail offspring of man would come to ask assistance from someone such as myself. Though I could have easily killed this child, I found her behavior somewhat... amusing.
Slowly, I crouched down, as I had learned from a more recent old friend, and looked the young child directly in the eyes. I could see it now. I could see the emotions in her eyes. She mostly just looked dazed as she had a hard time comprehending what happened, but there was also a sorrow within her.
"Young child." I spoke gently, as to not startle or scare such a fragile figure. "I do not know where your parents are. Most likely, they are dead." I told her. Tears sprung up in her eyes, but she wiped them away before they could fall. For such a young female child, she had a strong spirit. "But.. perhaps I can help you find a new home." I offered. The young girl looked a little too dazed to really think about the loss of her parents, but she nodded, wiping away a few more tears. I slowly stood back up and began walking away, expecting her to follow. After a few steps, however, I realized that she was not. "Do you not know how to follow?" I asked her bluntly, keeping away any signs of sternness, since Sam had taught me how important my tone was when talking to a naturally created creature. The little girl nodded, but had a hard time moving her feet forward. "Well, come on then. I will help you find a new home." I coaxed her forward. I honestly had no idea why I was acting out this way, but there was no turning back after having spoken to her.
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Mortalized
Short StoryThe scales rise, and then they fall.. only to ease back into balance once again. It isn't for nothing. No breath is wasted; no moment is set aside as meaningless. In the end, it is not the quest to become immortal which triumphs all, but the journey...