This story is of a post war. It explores the thought of the lone survivor. In his moments he is trying to make sense of it. Please enjoy.
The Cursed Man by Raine Leggett
They all fell…
What possessed them to come here? Were they scared? Why would the human world return to us in this state?
Such a smell of blood. Their war was vicious in nature.
Foolish humans after the prize of the sun. Foolish man…
I have unnecessarily stained my hands. I have nearly robbed myself of my own sanity. The sacred land is marred by greed. Stained for eternity. The marbling destroyed. My sanctity ruined.
Yet I crave no vengeance. Yet I have mercy. These souls I claim return to the earth in good time. Even so, I fall to my knees as a god of the sky. My dear brother take care of them. Keep them until they are right. They will not see such a vicious man again. For in my sky the sun shines just fine. For in my heart I calm. The beauty of my world is here to stay. No man will come here. No man will take my heart.
I rise. I stand tall. The sun of mine shines so bright. The crimson red. The stench that fills my land. I lift it all and burn it away. They won’t touch it again. As I stumble past a wretched form. My rage ensues me. Cursesed beast. You still defy me. My brother has answered yet I have trouble hearing. Why must this be his answer?
Come to me now!? Why can’t I fly? Why bring me with them? You have to see brother? You have to know? I slain them to protect us. I don’t want to die now. It’s not fair…