Shatter The Mirror
By FullMentalPanic
There was vainglorious disdain in every action. Violence enacted with self-righteous bluster.
A claim was shouted.
Strength and right to utter such things did not exist. Quickly, brazenness was humbled, disarmed. Supreme confidence crumbled before power greater than its own.
Broken strength begged for its life, and in the man that was dangling from his clawed grip, something was recognized.
It was him.
Spoiled, selfish, unkind.
Spoiled; used to getting his own way, to never hearing 'no'. The best was presented to him and rejected for petty inadequacies. Only his own way would suffice, and he grew tired of it in a fraction of the time it took to accomplish.
Selfish; there was no regard for the people around him, for those who served him. All action was only for his own benefit, for his own exultation, for his own pleasure.
Unkind; mocking the weakness he saw around him, of body and action. Judging by what he took in at a swift glance.
This man would have killed what was viewed as little more than an animal. He would have refused shelter to a haggard traveler on a night that no normal old woman could survive.
He remembered shuddering from the consummate power that unfolded as what he thought the old woman amounted to was cast aside. He had realized that his own authority was void and meaningless before what towered in front of him. He realized he had insulted and spurned what was greater than himself, and that he could be crushed more easily than he had disciplined any of those under him.
Words of appeal went unheard, and she struck him with his doom.
She had not listened, not given quarter when he cowered in dread as vibrant as that of the man before him now.
He moved the shaking man back to the firmness of the roof and held him down so that the order to leave was given from a dominant angle. Then he let go. He remained deeply angry, but the offer that had been denied him was still given.
Here's your chance.
Here's your life.
Change it.