Monster

Prologue

            The historian skimmed through each of the lost entries written by Aldith. Aldith was best known for her battle-skill, and her legendary tales, as comical as they may seem, were never far from the truth. Even with that, her story was tragic, making her all the more popular among the Urn's tales.

            According to the old discovered pages of Aldith's diary, her family was rich until a great fire spread across the whole of their land. It wiped out her family and her things. She was left alone, it didn't help that any villages nearby had been ravaged by the flames as well. She was left to wander alone at only 7 years of age.

            It was not until recently that her lost diary pages were discovered, and within its pages, the truth behind her battle-power. 

            The historian began to read.

            "I ate only a small bag of horse grain today. I stole it from a farmer's shed last night. He chased me off soon after..." The historian skipped some pages not seeing anything important there except for the date, two years after the incident. Then he skipped some chapters.

            "Each night I can feel my soul dying. No. I don't feel as if I'm dying, more like, I am becoming some sort of... monster. Like my conscious itself is slowly deteriorating and becoming a primal beast." The man gasped out loud, proud and shocked. He had a lead. He continued on.

            "A wolf attacked me today. I was exploring the nearby woods for food, it took me by surprise. I haven't a clue how, but I survived. I fought it, and whilst doing so, I felt some great strength thrum within me. As if... the monster finally surfacing after it's long wait." After a small bout of wondering, the historian kept on reading.

            "Turns out I did find something to eat; The wolf was my meal. I think I might know what happened to me. Looking at a little puddle, I noticed there was something in my eyes. Looking down, my eyes glowed a frightening amber, I felt chilled to the bone."

            Some things one should know about Aldith: she joined a nearby militia, became a warrior soon after, she founded the nation of Urn making her the first ever to receive Prime rank. As legend has it, every citizen in Urn is a descendant of the Great Virago, Aldith, meaning that everyone could have her power.

            The shaken historian grabbed all of the lost pages and ran to the Prime's office without verifying his I.D or notifying anyone of his arrival. As we walked at a brisk pace, paying no mind to the starving souls crowding the halls, trying to do their jobs. 

            The Prime looked at him menacingly, "What have you found?" His obvious anger at the man storming in was not well hidden. "Sir Prime. I've found something of great importance. Trust me, you'll want this information..."

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Note from the iUnicorn:

            Thank you for trying out my new piece of literature! It means a lot that someone took time out of their day to read my fictional nonsense. 

            Again, thank you and stay tuned for more chapters if you are interested.