Clouds wrapped around the village of Aten like a boa constricting its prey, squeezing the very life and soul of the being, such that it may never know the light of day again. Lightning hammered down like judgment upon the land for its sins, welding the sins into a weapon of mass destruction, crashing with a "BANG," but the boa constrictor and judgment of a thousand bolts, wary of its inhabitants, never covered the village, for never had a storm reached the village for a thousand years, all until that fateful day that a single cloud broke past the invisible barrier providing an ominous shade for just one small hut with a replica of Hermes's staff upon it…
“M-M-M-MONSTER, I-IT W-W-WAS A-A MONSTER,” a pale faced man screamed in a small infirmary hut surrounded by a crowd of people, while bringing the expression “shaking in your boots” to a never seen before level.
The incessant twitching and flailing of his limbs sometimes causing a collision with the surrounding crowd, but the crowd would not relent and despite the attacks made upon them, they did not give him any space.
Instead they strapped him to the floor which he was laying upon, cutting off movement from his limbs, but not calming his mind.
“Bill, you have to tell us what happened, we can’t understand you.” Interjected a tall man with a fencing sword strapped to his side who was immensely worried for his friend.
“R-r-red eyes and w-white as-s snow hair-r" he stuttered "l-l-t-looke-d hu-uman, but w-wasn’t-t, h-h-he ki-ughhh” Bill suddenly started drooling uncontrollably but did not give up on his quest to spread the news “T-t-Tom, T-t-the f-foresst… h-he w-was too y-y-young to di-EGH”
Bill then choked of fear and grief for Tom, who was his best friend for all his life, then he tried to warn them about how powerful the foe was, but instead felt himself get very dizzy and pass out.
"Ok everyone" the tall man from earlier announced "It seems that we are facing a foe which is specialized in guerrilla warfare, because we all know no one could have defeated tom without taking advantage of his deafness. We know how to deal with this and it will be quite easy to defeat him and avenge Tom"
“Sir, but what if you can't defeat it, what will we do then?" Someone from the crowd asked
“Then you would evacuate this village, but that will not happen so there is no need to even think about it, we have a sorcerer who trained under frey here, no one from this world could kill him.”
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"Yes sir, but what if it attacks us during the night and picks us off one by one, therefore avoiding Great Jerry?" The person argued
"As I said we are having a meeting about it, we will take that into account now please no more questions I need to think." A firm rejection sounded from the tall man, he did not want the village worried, because panic can lead to many problems.
But... The damage was done, women began talking among themselves about how they would hide and what they should prepare. Then they suddenly realized that they may need to steal from one another to survive after the monster attacked, so conversation developed into every one of them giving each other wary looks of concern and began hurrying their children to their houses to avoid any more interaction. The tall man sighed at this while walking to his house and cursed under his breath "Ill find whoever said that and give them more than just a punishment."
A robed man with a beard watching them began chuckling silently at how ridiculous peasants were and commented to his pet baby crocodile "It's amazing how easy it is to affect people mentally even unintentionally, it would be too easy to conquer this town, unfortunately the "monster" has no intention of that.
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A cloaked boyish figure with white hair stared at his reflection in a silent and serene pond surrounded by an expansive, green forest with rain falling down from the heavens and the occasional crack of powerful thunder which seemed to be judging his sins, while inscribing the ground with “I am Elphen.” over and over again, amounting to 100 inscriptions just to keep his sanity. Yet he did not feel complete, not at all, he just felt more empty.
Elphen gazed at his writings as if praying for a miracle and it would come from them, but instead they just sat there staring at him expectantly.
He turned away from them and engulfed in his misery began writing some more, but every time he finished one they disappeared immediately, mirroring his sanity, in desperation he turned toward his old inscriptions only to find them gone too.
Overcome with a familiar feeling of rage, he brought down his fist upon the soggy dirt, but that wasn’t enough, it's never enough. He kept flowing his magma-like rage into the dirt desperately hoping to bury it beneath all the layers of mud and rock never to be seen again.
Within his mind all he could hear was the screams of his victims, they seemed to call out from each drop of water, begging for him to stop, begging for their lives, begging for their families, but it was all futile as he mercilessly cut all of them down one by one, laughing with glee at their screams.
“Why?”
That was the question Elphen always asked himself and the world “Why am I here?” “Why can I not control myself?” “Why can’t I remember where I was before this forest?"
It was his only way to soothe himself, but this time his rage and sadness consumed him and he fell into a world of his nightmares.