TheMoonAuthoress
Count
The screams and shrieks echoed through the valley. Rolled over the battlefield and bounced on the mountain walls. Inside a small opening in the rock of the mountain wall, barely visible more than like a tear in a cloth, a small horned creature sat. It had pressed itself in as deep as it could, hiding from the slaughter and massacre happening out in the open in the valley. Its clawed hands covered its pointed ears, neck bent over its knees with its face pressed against them. For every scream and howl that reached the opening in the wall, the little body inside trembled and huddled together tightlier, even though it didn't seem more possible.
How long it had been hiding there it didn't know. How much more it would have to, no one could tell. The battle on the field seemed to go on forever, every individual who was in its violent bloody presence looked like thousands upon thousands of ants from above. Some walked on four legs, some slithered or crawled without any limbs. Others flew with wings. Some had scales, some feathers, others thick skin in many different colors. Some even had furs all over their bodies, or just a little. Horns in different shapes and sizes covered heads or spines and tails. Which wiped and trashed, claws slashed and fangs ripped. Everyone against one and the same enemy: two-legged pale creatures, furless, hornless, and with no claws or fangs. Not even a tail. Still they cut and slashed with gleaming sharp weapons held by tiny limbs, and took cover behind flat round objects attached to them. Without them these creatures were weak and harmless, but with their weapons and several in dense numbers, they were deadly and never seemed to be an end to them. Cold-hearted, fearless and determined to end all living things that did not resemble them or follow their rules or culture. Two-legged monsters.
The light from the small opening in the rock was suddenly blocked, as something outside it filled the opening. With one terrified eye the little creature inside looked up, realizing something was trying to crawl inside its hiding place!
"N-no…!" It begged with a barely audible whisper.
Whatever was trying to enter, it seemed to pause and then look in the one eyed creature's direction. A pair of glowing yellow eyes, with the same terrified look in them as in the one single eyed's, stared back.
The two small creatures looked equally frightened and alarmed at each other, but then as if realizing they shared the same fear of what happened outside the protecting walls of the mountain, the one eyed creatures held out a three clawed hand. The one with glowing yellow eyes accepted it , placing its four clawed hands in the others and was quickly pulled inside. They huddled together, arms around the other, and a long snake tail was curled around the one eyed creature's legs. Trembling as one, they hid in the small crack, pressed against the other as if the mountain itself embraced them tightly. Two tiny creatures, that a pale two-legged monster sentenced to death only because of what they were… claiming they were the real monsters in this world. Everyone with horns, claws, tail, wings or the like, were condemned to death. By a single monster and its kin.
How long it had been hiding there it didn't know. How much more it would have to, no one could tell. The battle on the field seemed to go on forever, every individual who was in its violent bloody presence looked like thousands upon thousands of ants from above. Some walked on four legs, some slithered or crawled without any limbs. Others flew with wings. Some had scales, some feathers, others thick skin in many different colors. Some even had furs all over their bodies, or just a little. Horns in different shapes and sizes covered heads or spines and tails. Which wiped and trashed, claws slashed and fangs ripped. Everyone against one and the same enemy: two-legged pale creatures, furless, hornless, and with no claws or fangs. Not even a tail. Still they cut and slashed with gleaming sharp weapons held by tiny limbs, and took cover behind flat round objects attached to them. Without them these creatures were weak and harmless, but with their weapons and several in dense numbers, they were deadly and never seemed to be an end to them. Cold-hearted, fearless and determined to end all living things that did not resemble them or follow their rules or culture. Two-legged monsters.
The light from the small opening in the rock was suddenly blocked, as something outside it filled the opening. With one terrified eye the little creature inside looked up, realizing something was trying to crawl inside its hiding place!
"N-no…!" It begged with a barely audible whisper.
Whatever was trying to enter, it seemed to pause and then look in the one eyed creature's direction. A pair of glowing yellow eyes, with the same terrified look in them as in the one single eyed's, stared back.
The two small creatures looked equally frightened and alarmed at each other, but then as if realizing they shared the same fear of what happened outside the protecting walls of the mountain, the one eyed creatures held out a three clawed hand. The one with glowing yellow eyes accepted it , placing its four clawed hands in the others and was quickly pulled inside. They huddled together, arms around the other, and a long snake tail was curled around the one eyed creature's legs. Trembling as one, they hid in the small crack, pressed against the other as if the mountain itself embraced them tightly. Two tiny creatures, that a pale two-legged monster sentenced to death only because of what they were… claiming they were the real monsters in this world. Everyone with horns, claws, tail, wings or the like, were condemned to death. By a single monster and its kin.