Dendronite

It has been long since someone had came back. I held my fists and struggled to keep myself warm. The cold weather has worsened since the stock had returned, but it only supplied us for two months. The monsters would intrude our homes and slaughter our children, then we would resist as our numbers decrease. I could only see the light of the sun, slowly streaking through the thick winter clouds. We humbly wait for the supplies to arrive, or better yet, if help arrives and takes us to another warmer place.

The black skies had struck, I was left unprepared as monsters started emerging from the caverns on the open ground. People started to panic as I hold my sword and prepare for the unexpected. The black figure comes towards us and calls us for a challenge. A challenge that would change our fates. We had to fight it back so more children would be able to get evacuated. Soldiers left on the ground, to rabble and twitch as their wounds ache steadily.

The children hid inside their homes, hoping the slaughter would end. Me and my friends are the ones left surviving. The black figure had disappeared, as well as the creatures that brutally killed the others. At last, hope has arrived. Help has arrived. We raised our children and put them inside their carriages as we watch around us, guarding ourselves from an unexpected attack. The children had started to cry unexpectedly, and most had started to panic.

The children were pointing at something at the foggy distance, they said they saw something flash brightly as we take our steps. We hurried up and climbed inside the carriages and ran as far from this wretched place. I star into the distance, joyful that we have hope by our side.

But then, we ended up getting killed. I don't know what or who killed us, but it seemed familiar. The voices had filled my mind, saying horrid things I did throughout my life.

I killed them. I killed them myself. No. Am I one person?

No.

THEY will see what good I can bring to this world. I can extinguish every light by one command. I can incinerate this wretched world and bring it to its downfall. Only I can bring this world to its righteous place. To be good? No. To be corrupt? Yes. Hell will start its march soon. Only one person can stop such impending threat. But that person has already been destroyed. Eliminated. Annihilated. Obliterated. Erased.

I am the creator of this world. I have hid like a hound as a peasant of this wretched village. Now, I can see why I had been hidden.

I will see our business as a disappointment to my time. Please, take a seat and I will discuss this matter with you.