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Evil Angel

Chapter 1

I slowly cracked my eyes open. Somehow I didn't see as much as usual. The world feels as though it's spinning a million miles faster. The stars above my head went in continuous spirals in the great beyond high in the sky. My nose inhaled the scent of fresh smoke, causing me to start coughing as the foul aroma filling my lungs. My body ached all over. A small groan escaped my lips as I tried sitting up. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come out. The leaves and sticks that my body rested upon made my back agitated. I had no energy to roll over and try to relieve myself of the uncomfortable sensation. I took in one last gasp of breath and felt my body give out. I started to see my vision fade as everything went to black.

I later became weary of my sentience, but chose to keep my eyes shut. I still felt the uncomfortable sensation of rocks and jagged objects pressing against my flesh, but I had been too lethargic to make a move. The heat of sunlight was the next thing I became aware of. Red was what I saw behind my closed eyelids. Upon opening my eyes, the sunlight pierced them with an unforgiving amount of brilliant radiance. I immediately shut my eyes and coughed. My throat itched for something to quench my unrelenting thirst. I have no remembrance of the days prior to this very day. I forced myself to sit up, feeling sharp pains all over my body, setting a chain reaction of me grunting and moaning at the pain. With the sun not shining directly into my eyes anymore, this gave me a chance to open them and examine my surroundings.

I took a deep breath in with my nose, still smelling char from something that had been burning a few hours beforehand. Once I had opened my eyes, something wasn't right. My sight had become very limited. I started to panic at my acute blindness and my heart rate rose. My body was suddenly flourished with adrenaline as the thought of something bad happening entered my mind. Ignoring the pain I felt, I lowered my paws to the forest floor and boosted myself up onto my feet.

"T-Torak!" I choked, my voice very raspy from how thirsty I was. Furthermore, my breaths became short and rapid as I started to panic.
"Torak..." I echoed with little hope in my voice.

I blinked many times in a futile attempt to regain my lost sight, but only to no avail. I realized that I am permanently and partially blind. Tears shrouded what was left of my sight as I started running towards the scent of the charred wood. My foot caught a tree root that was uprooted out of the soil and I fell flat on my chest. I exhaled involuntarily and gasped for breath as I felt the excruciating pain charge through my body like I was being stabbed by knives from the inside. I started to squirm as I prayed for my body to breathe so I wouldn't die. Lying on the ground, I squirmed, I could not breathe for a short moment, but finally caught my breath, rolling onto my back.
"G-gotta... keep going!" I shouted, my face forming a cringe from the pain of being impaled by small sharp objects.

With what energy I had left, I, once again, lifted myself up onto my feet. I started to walk, trying to ignore my twisted ankle shouting at me to stop walking on it. I continued towards the smell of burning wood and cloth, my home village. The wooden columns that surrounded it had been either burnt, chopped, or knocked down. Inside there was charred homes and... bodies.

I suddenly started to sob as I walked inside of the burnt village. The ashes that were strewn about the ground gave a luke-warm ember. Tears dripped off my cheeks as I stumbled forward. My head told me to turn around, but my feet kept walking towards the horror that was upon me. My comrades... my companions... all lay in front of me. Their eyes were either open, or permanently closed. All signs my body was giving me to sit and rest were ignored as I started to run towards my home.

I tripped and stumbled countless times before I finally reached the house I grew up in. I fell to my knees once I approached my lover. Torak. He was laying on his stomach, his tail curved off to the side. His beautiful white fur with black painted markings. His were the symbols of love. He was always the man you would go to if you needed help or advice. He loved his village and was proud of it. I brushed my paw along his head, his fur feeling burnt and bristled. I pressed my muzzle against his back as I started to cry loudly.

"W-who did this! What kind of m-monster did this!" I screamed, my voice shaking as the tears fell from my eyes like waterfalls. Slowly I raised my head and placed a paw on his cheek, turning his head so I could see his face. As I gently moved his face into view, I let out a horrified scream.

My eyes flew open as I sat up on my mat and screamed into the darkness that surrounded me. Once I realized that it was only a dream, I began to relax. I panted, trying to regain my lost breath, and fell onto my back and groaned aloud, gripped my bedsheets. I have already lived through that nightmare once before, but now my mind insists on reliving it. I closed my eyes tightly and then opened them shortly after, though my eyesight was still bad and had never came back fully making it difficult to discern objects like figures, trees, and clouds. It's an annoying obscurity. I may not be completely blinded, but it is a major liability.

I grabbed my covers and threw them off, positioning myself onto the edge of my resting mat. I sat, my legs crossed, and placed my palms onto my knees, exhaling softly after a deep inhale. I hopped up onto my feet and started for the opening to my small, poorly-made shelter. My throat is thirsty and sore, but definitely not as bad as it had been that one dreadful day.

I slowly stumbled in the dark towards the river that my village used to drink from. I have not yet finished burying everyone in the village. The first one I had buried was Torak. Me and him were secret lovers. It is against the village to be uranian. I have always wondered if it was just here that being homosexual makes you a vice. It was always told to be a malpractice. I have had aspirations to travel out and see the rest of the lands and examine their ways of conduct.

I skillfully walked over uproots and stepped over stones as I made my way to Lake Yana. It is said that on every full moon, the goddess Katara, the mother of love, would rise and cast her spell on the most disconsolate and crestfallen of people. I looked above my head to see a blurry half waxing moon. There is another story about Kaigami, the evil sister of Mother Katara and is the goddess of woe, who would arise during the new moon, which is believed to curse our village, causing many unholy deaths around this time.

As I approached the plodding river, I bent down and took a pawful of its icy offering, bringing my paws to my muzzle and sipping it slowly, the liquid cooling down my overheated body and soothing my sore throat. Clearing my throat, I stood up. Maybe tomorrow I'll walk back to the village and continue burying people. I have done most of the village, but some still remain. I should dig holes in their homes and lay families together, say a prayer, then go start on the next family. However, it has saddened me to have to do this.

I swear the oppressors of my village will rue these actions. I wish to one day find out who has ruined my life, and the lives of many innocent people. I looked up into the sky, seeing many stars glimmering in the infinite macrocosm.
"I swear I will avenge you all one day. My family, friends, and Torak." I placed my right paw to my heart and my lips quivered slightly.

Sighing and stumbling back to my humble abode, I walked over and illuminated a lantern that hung next to my resting mat, causing light to fill the small shelter. I couldn't see very well anyways, but it is better than pitch darkness. I placed my rump back down on the soft mat I had retrieved from my old home (one of the only things preserved from the fire) and lowered my back until I was comfortably pressed against the cool fabric. Once I closed my eyes, my consciousness started to slip into the beautiful nothings of the mind.

I then opened my eyes again, but I was standing outside, my vision not barricated with haze, and my friend, Dareth, was standing next to me. He had a smile on his muzzle and in his paws he held a bow.

"Gonna teach me to shoot today, Torrin?" He asked me, his tail wagging.

"Didn't I promise I would?" I said automatically, a smile creeping on my lips.

"Great, because I suck on my own and we need to feed the village!" He exclaimed, pretending to pull back the string and made a sound effect when he "shot" it.

I remember that I had promised I'd teach him to shoot a bow today. We were about fifteen years of age at this time: the "coming of age" time. I had always been naturally gifted in shooting and hunting. When I was younger I could always set snares and traps easily while even most adults had issues with it.

"Come on, I know a good spot." I said, starting to walk into the brush of the forest.

"Comin'!" He shouted, following behind.

"Now when we get there, I have some make-shift targets for you to shoot at." I said.

He didnt respond verbally, so I just assumed he had heard me and understood the circumstances. We eventually made it to a little opening where I had pieces of cloth with red circles painted on them posted up on the trees and rocks.

"How long did this take you?" He asked, his head tilted slightly.

I glanced over at the fox that stared back at me with his intensive, concentrated yellow eyes. "Yesterday evening."

"Oh, you didn't need to make targets just for me. I probably won't even hit them anyways."

"I know that's not true, I've seen some very mediocre elders. I doubt you can be much worse."

To that, he took an arrow from the pack on his back and loaded it into the bow. I told him that he needs to stand with a slight bend in his knees and a good amount of strength in order to pull the forty five pound pullback weight the string has. He was a scrawny fox but he did fairly well at pulling the string back. He took aim at a high target and let go of the arrow. It rushed from the bow and stuck right into the bullseye.

I awoke, but I did not open my eyes. Instead I sat and felt the warm morning air wrap around my body. The birds sang their song from deep inside and I heard a mighty waterfall crashing down in the distance. My eyes finally opened and saw the outline of the lantern hanging above my head on the hook. I sat up and stretched, a small murr passing my lips followed by twisted my joints and cracking them.

My stomach growled loudly, causing me to wrap my arms around it. I jumped up onto my feet, my head hitting the top of my shelter. I squinted my eyes and growled in anger. This had happened many times before. I'm so used to having a taller home. Perhaps I'll work on a bigger one in the future.

The wind picked up some and the trees carried its whistle through the forest. My head poked out of the pile of twigs I had created about a week ago and felt the cool breeze flow through my fur. A thought crossed my mind yesterday: I should go out and find Yamakä, a neighboring village. It is about a days walking, but we have made a pact to aid in perilous times. Maybe sometime soon I will prepare for such a journey. I have only went there one other time when I was sent to deliver a letter to their chief.

My brother lives in Yamakä. He chose to go there and join their force, protecting all neighboring villages. I want to go there because I know he will accept me into his home for I cannot stay out here much longer or I will perish. I cannot survive out here alone with the condition I have.

I have no memory of who attacked our village, why they did it, or what their purpose was in destroying it. We had no treasure, no precious stones, or anything worth while. Why was it attacked? I went scavenging for food in the ruins, but it had all been charred in the fire, eliminating all of its nutritional value. My stomach suddenly growled louder. It has been days since I had last eaten. Water is usually the thing I would drink, trying to fill my stomach and keep the hunger down. Lately it has not been enough for the growing hunger that gnaws away at my body.

I weakly stumbled out of my placebo of a home and groaned. If I am to leave, it should be while I can still stand. I slowly exhaled my breath and turned back towards my shelter. I crawled inside and grabbed a canteen that happened to be empty. My eyes stared at it, my gaze absent and tired.
"I'd just get water on the way..." I muttered quietly.

It is lucky that I know these woods very well, or I'd die out in the unknown. I looked in the direction of Yamakä and started walking in its direction.
"I'm sorry to all of those I didn't get to properly bury... I hope you will forgive me in time..." I whispered, my ears dropping and my tail lowering between my legs.
My feet carried me forward, slowly. It is better than not moving at all. I turned around and got one last look at the area I grew up in; the place I was loved and accepted. My body turned itself around again and looked in the direction of my new home.