As the sun rose sparse daylight wove itself through the sloped entrance to the cave slightly illuminating the deepest parts of the cave dozens of corpses lay around, their bodies frozen in vacant expressions of horror and fear as their cold eyes remained open to the slaughter that had occurred hours prior.

One of the limp forms, however, had its eyes closed as it lay on the ground in the mimicry of one who had died. The heat of the sun's rays brought the slightest warmth into the room causing the form to twitch violently as a low growl rose from its throat.

The figure tried to stand up, instinctively bracing itself on its arm before a loud *crack* erupted from the arm of the creature and it fell back to the ground, the bone in its right forearm jutted an odd angle from its previous resting place.

A quiet whimper echoed from the human-like creature as it once more tried to get up, bearing some weight on the right arm’s elbow while supporting the rest of his weight upon his left arm

the naked body of the creature roughly scraped across the ground as it slowly pulled itself up, grunts of pain echoed within the cave as the right arm was jostled causing the bone to abrade against nerve and muscle.

Instinctively the creature grabbed his right arm and violently wrenched it, this time yelling in pain as it did so, the bone was forcefully reset by this aggressive method, having attended to its arm the creature looked around for some moments before seeing the sunlight that slipped through the entrance of the cave.

Hunger flickered in the creature's eyes as it painfully limped towards the light.

“Star… ving… eat…”

The littered corpses on the cave floor, however, proved themselves uncooperative towards the creatures plan and became its literal downfall as it tripped and fell over one of the suited knights.

*Crunch*

The creature's sudden fall shattered the silence. Breaking more of its pathetically weak bones as they fractured from the fall. Both of its arms were now useless as was its right leg. Just moments ago the leg had slammed against the metal armor worn by the knight, while the creature had shattered its arms by instinctually trying using them to try to stop its fall.

The only blessing for the Creature was perhaps that of all the bones the bones in its skull were the most robust, and despite harshly hitting the ground no damage was actually dealt to the creature's head.

Still struggling forward the creature crept forward using a combination of its chin and yet unbroken leg for propulsion. Crawling inch after inch yearning for the light as if it were the only thing ever worth desiring.

Thus desperately the Creature fought its way forward, its eyes were clouded with pain yet still carrying a sharp fanatic light as it took deep breaths in its journey towards the light.

Minutes crept along much more quickly than the creature itself; it took about an hour to move the few meters distance into the light, where it promptly collapsed into a state of unconsciousness, exhausted, starved, and overwhelmed by the pain.

Flashes of vibrant green ran along the creatures naked skin as the sunlight fell upon it, the creature's body creaked as bones re-organized themselves mysteriously pulling every fractured shard into place before the lines and fractures healed.

Within a few hours, the sun had risen high into the sky and its light no longer flooded into the caverns, at this moment did the creature awake. Its eyes showed shock at its recovery before it carefully and cautiously pushed itself from the ground, using whatever dim light it could to see the exit.

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Step after step the creature climbed, its eyes showing a subtle flickering of fear as it mounted ever higher. Considering its frail frame, it would be surprising for the creature not to be afraid of falling as the height it had climbed to would most certainly leave it dead upon the ground.

The creature’s pace was significantly faster than when it had been crawling on the ground as the creature soon climbed the many stairs and for the first time in its short life, saw the bright sunlight, vast array of sunlight unrestricted by the claustrophobic cave.

However, before even the slightest expression of joy formed upon the creature's face it quickly changed to a look of horror, its foot slipped upon the roughly, poorly carved steps and it began to fall.

Stumbling forward the creature attempted to steady itself, cruelly bashing its legs against the steps in the process, however despite totally exiting the cave it was unable to catch and itself and fell headfirst to the ground, hitting it with an extreme force resulting in the creature being knocked unconscious.

With its flesh once more flashing a verdant green the body of the creature quickly recovered. However, its mind did not. Hours slipped away as the creature lay unconscious upon the barren grounds of the mountain.

Twin moons had risen high into the sky as each brightly exposed the body that lay upon the mountaintop which only now twitched with the movements of life. The creature loudly growled voicing its displeasure at how it had been spending so much of its time.

Once more shocked at the rate of its recovery, the creature cautiously stood up moving slowly in its fear of once again tripping and falling to the ground, wasting more time unconscious. As the creature looked around, it saw several bodies lying on the ground, dried and the blackened pools of blood that surrounded every single body.

Sighing the creature stared at the scene, it felt that on a very deep level, normally there shouldn’t be this many dead, but without knowledge or experience, it had no idea what “normally” actually was.

As the creature completed its examinations, it was forced to come to terms that nothing around was alive or capable of helping it. Sighing once more it sat down and began to think aloud, unaware that as it was speaking it kept randomly switching between many different languages.

“Name.”

“I have no name?”

“I have a name…”

“Several names?”

The creature gradually became more and more frustrated as it talked to itself, its facial expression twisted as the creature became increasingly wrathful at its inability to validate any of the fragmented knowledge it had.

“Me? Screw it; I am Me.”

The creature finally spat out an answer, it was unsatisfied but coming up with any other answer was beyond its current capabilities and desires, after all, right now it wanted only one thing; Food.

Like with all the grace of a puppet under a marionettes control Me’s body twisted and turned as he looked for something to eat. His eyes were shifting around until they finally rested on a nearly bare tree. His eyes latched onto the trunk, staring for a few moments before his lips curled in disgust.

Me’s eyes then moved up, and he stared at the branches for a few minutes, thinking as he stared. Before once more his lips curled in disgust. Not yet discouraged his eyes quickly moved towards the edge of the branches resting momentarily on the snails that were quietly eating some of the few remaining leaves on the tree.

immediately Me’s eyes lit up with an uncontrollable hunger, and he began to sprint towards the tree, rashly ignoring the slight creaking coming from his legs as his bones absorbed the violent shock of his charge.

As if sensing his bloodlust the snails began to panic and flee, desperately trying to run away even as they crawled upon the leaves.

Me, who had now reached the tree tore at the few remaining leaves, violently shaking off the snails that had been feasting on them. Me’s eyes were still fervent as he stuffed the foliage into his mouth crushing, tearing, and ripping the leaves apart before swallowing in a single gulp.

Me’s eyes only grew wider as his face contorted into a hideous expression, suddenly he collapsed to the ground with his eyes watering. Beating his back he swallowed again, attempting to remind his throat that in the grand scheme of things, food should go down, not up.

Finally, the mass of foliage acquiesced to the subtle seduction of gravity and slid down the rest of Me’s throat, leaving him gasping for air as his throat was now unblocked. Me’s attempts to catch his breath were however wasted, as a green pulse of pigmentation slid through the skin of his body wasting his newfound breath on a sudden pain filled scream.

Creaking could be heard from Me’s body as he arched his back and continued to violently scream in pain, two more green pulses separated by only some moments ravaged his pale skin before they dispersed leaving him exhausted and collapsed on the ground.