Your Unstable Dose of G/t (fluff?)

2nd Thoughts

[Sorry for the late update!]

It was well worth the stares.

Their intoxicating fear was the last thing I would consider a regret in my life; after all who wouldn't pay a small fee to invest in their future? And I didn't ever had a doubt that I was a monster, I'm just a peasant boy, a caring subject that cared for his kingdom.

The symphony of chirping birds filled my ears, but barely. But even though it was the hottest day I've ever experienced, nothing of the sort could quite hurt me anymore really; tis but a scratch. A walk through the woods really takes somebody back... back to the old days of paranoia.

My youngest memory was my mother running, she never told me why... but I knew. I was a curious child, one hungry for knowledge and wisdom. It was just a matter of time before I dug out the crushing truth.

It wasn't always rainbows and sunshine everyday, quite the opposite really. Being under siege and attacked multiple times, the Kingdom of Geisheir had almost disappeared from the face of Earth. 

Our king had been desperate enough to sacrifice every soul to the devil to help his chances in the wars. My dad had been one of them, even though heroic, remained unknown in the 'cost of war'. The country had been nothing but a insufferable bunch of nomads scattering around the continent of Heath, hiding in the little mouse holes before the cats snuffed out. 

In all the centuries of existence, Geisheir had been nothing more than a myth that refused to accept its' fate. And through the corrupted lies of the courts, the many sacrifices, a slimmer of hope had finally began to shine but just as quickly, began to fade away.

Neighbouring torments had finally stopped pestering its prey, for it was a small and unsavoury piece of a pie that was soon eaten by hunger itself. The time had come, the day of reckoning and the truth of defeat. In the end, the King himself had flocked away; even leaving his own family behind to pay for the actions he so choose.

All was lost, the will to fight on, the strength to carry on and the food to live on... and they finally resorted to it. It... the very incarnation of the devil. The shamans and witches of the last remaining population had gathered in a hexagram; and with the blood of a young widow, summoned Satan himself.

It was then suddenly very quiet, as if the mourns and pain had been washed away. All that was left was a role for a special child, a child that had gotten the requirements of a sacrifice. The child had to experience inhumane pain. The child had to see his world fall apart. The child had to be alone, with no one left to remember him.

It was the clearest day it had been... one of the rarer weathers in the Northwest region. The demon beckoned the child, arms wide open as if to embrace its' new lifeless toy. And embrace it he did, for when he was done, everything had been spared: the battered infantry that had held the invaders for so long, the peasants that had fed the very dying mouths of the kingdom and even the noble courts-men. All that was left, was him, all that was left, was me.

I woke from my deep slumber, and right there in front of my eyes, was the ruins of the once considered home. Broken and bloodied, with the castle of Geisheir rotting in the distance, I woke to the freeing of souls.

Buildings that were trampled, carcases that were torn apart, the fire that so burned the little village I had known my entire life. I sat there, speechless and devoid of words for the atrocities I had done had already been passed. The Kingdom that had been known as Geisheir had ceased to exist.

My body was the only thing that kept me from the carnage of chaos, for it was the very monster that had refused to die. The gigantic body of a mountain, with hands that could easily broke through the very Earth itself to its' core. I had turned into the kingdoms' saviour... and ultimately its' demise.

And now here I was, walking through the thicket forests, the marshy swamps and the ever so random flowerbeds that grew beautifully obliviously. I had no say in what I did, but it was a funny thing really, for a didn't feel a sense of remorse nor bafflement. For all I knew, I had been granted immortality to suffer, to be tortured; but I had no reason to.

I had been granted the power to end the world as I knew it, taking revenge on the very reason why I had become such monstrosity, but I was not wavered. I would not give the devil the smell of iron he so wanted. I would dwell aimlessly, merely observing the world without a care in the world.

I would see the sights I could've ever wished for, the many wonders Mother Earth had grew unto the massive, undiscovered world. I would of course, be alone in this journey of enlightment... for the very thing I was now should not exist. Perhaps along the way, there would be those who fear- which was painstakingly obvious- but I seeked the ones that wouldn't; the ones who didn't cower against certain death.

I would never partake in any cleansing of souls and nor would I interfere in the societies which baffled me. My sole purpose now was to be a nomadic giant, a nomad that stayed true to its' ways.

I would move to places, to destinations that hadn't been set, to sights that have yet to behold and live by my accord. I am who I am, I will not have that decision taken away from me ever again. Of course, I would wish to see my dad who had protected my sake, my mother who bore the burden of raising the monster... but I wish to see the very beauty we had failed to notice.

There may come a time where I would end my life, but that was for the me in at least half a century. I was still young, there was still time. I had to cherish the life I was given, the life I was spared and the reason I was alive. There was nothing to regret, there is nothing to regret and there will be nothing to regret for.

I don't exactly know why I wrote this chapter... It wasn't anything I had certainly planned for, unlike the many others. This kinda just came to me one night while I was lying in bed while staring at the ceiling and it had been pestering me for a long, long time. Sorry if it was extra sloppy, and short, but I can promise you that I will not disappear into the depths of no return Xp. I'll write again soon, hopefully.