Once, their were 2 villages: The right's population was half humans and half shape-shifters. The left was a village of giant monsters that could change their forms, but only for a while. No one could understand how they lived in harmony like this, but they got along. For in the center of their villages lies a 500,000-yr old staff. It was the shape of a heart with a green diamond in the center with veins running up to the two purple crystal horns, through the silken wires, and into a majestic pearl.
It was this object that brought about peace to the land and all lands. One day, the land's peace was shattered.
A foreigner knew not of the fragile peace and hunted a shape-shifter and her child for food. The strand to the left of the pearl, snapped! The crystal horn grew larger and turned red with a large crack! The other turned blue and kept its hold on the pearl.
The giant creatures learned of this and knew the foreigner was a human, so they went their neighboring villagers. They knew what happened, but they could see the giants wanted death, and held their tongue; only to say that the foreigner knew nothing of their land.
Then, a child and a young phoenix agued: "You know nothing of our plight!" Everything went quiet.
"That foreigner knew not of what he did! I met him, he could barely speak our language!"
"Then you admit you know the killer!"
"I know him alright, he was a man dying of hunger! Don't you eat the worms from the ground? Do you really think that the fish you swallow whole to suffocate in your bellies enjoy their lives to end? Or the fish they eat? HE HAD NO CHOICE!"
"IT WAS MURDER!" Roared the black dragon.
"If he did kill the mother, he most likely killed the child so it not suffers what he would have!" Yelled a human priestess
"How would you feel if your own was killed!" The basilisk hissed.
"The same as you, but we have reason!" Hollered the Baker at his face.
This kept up, until the griffain's child, in a fit of rage, snuck up behind a human father and his family, and bit his family of five heads clean off. Both villages were stunned!
"Now how does it feel?" It hissed at the smaller villagers, who backed away, . The griffain's mother and father took her back. "S-she's never done this befor! W-"
"ENOUGH!" The spirit of the land bellowed, who stared at the bodies of his people and the father, who stood their, frozen.
"This land is not fit for peace! All the creatures here, friends and foes alike shalnt ever again live together!" The giant monsters stated the girl was foolish, but the spirit heard none of it.
"The taking of two lives is tragic, and it happened on both sides. But this, WAS MURDER! Deliberately killing, and not to eat what thou hast slain, is, murder. So, by my own powers, my the woods grow thick, and none of you EVER be neighboors again! If it is bloody grass ye want, then that is what ye shall get!"
And so, the woods became thick with trees, the staff was taken by the spirit of the land, and peace, was no more… only killing for food, and hiding from death!
The shpeshifters could protect themselves, but the humans hid from the eyes of the giants. Many were killed, blood ran, and the staff could never make it peaceful, ever again...
Can they you see you now?
Can they you see your pain?
Is it so hard to stay in a land of disaray?
Where your never heard, and time, won't go?
Where your best, is never enough,
and your always as cold as snow?
A tiny boy sung as he walked throught the forset, a two mile treck to his school. His hair was a dirty-blond that rounded his face. Small dark eyes, pale skin, a squat body and his favorite black striped white hoodie. The dark leaves rustled and hiss, but he never batted an eye. And he kept to his song, slow, low, and so sad.
Where their jeers, disquised as cheers,
When you know they lie?
How does it feel to be broken, and empty
Inside?
Is their never a day,
when we can all runaway?
Where underdogs are finnly free,
Where it's safe, for us to play?
The trees seemed to hid him from monsters, but blinded him as well. He looked back at his mansion of a house, wheer he snuck out of, in the center of a crater and rolling hills. A bowl. Perfect for a creature to get a clean snack bowl. He giggled at the idea of some giant dog chewing up his home like brittal candy strands. CERACK The craicking of a branch from over head made him look up into the dark, and kept walking. It was pointless to see.
The sounds for the entire trip were simple, the, pesh, of his shoes to the ground, the rushel of the leaves, and the CERACK of a large, thick branch with a few snaps.
"Their's no one here.." He repeated to himself, but was all in vain as another snap was heard. He never quickened his pace, for fueling a possible preditor's need for a fun meal. It was always like this; sneak out of home, walk through the woods, snap snap snap, and so on.
After a hour of walking through the forest, branches snapping all the while, the sight of humanity in a small woodland city brought some relucdant comfort. The snappping stopped and the soft rustle of leaves ended the tiny boy's fears for the day.
He knew something was watching him, in the top of the trees, their was nothing but a group of overweight monkey, placed purposly there. His real stalker, was quieter. And, very near.
"...Setiol.."