"The world has changed, the days grow darker, and the wind in the forests echo an ungodly noise. The mountains grow more grimacing and the valleys grow more steep. The sounds of terror fills the night, the moans of the forgotten dead are heard for miles around and the clinking of bones are heard.

These are how the days grow dark in my world, adventurer. Your sword may have made you feel safe and your shelter may have made you feel untouchable, but there are some things about this world which cannot be explained. You are an abomination on this world, a plague. You defile this world with shelters, you mar the land with your excavation. You take the land and take the animals and force them into captivity. You cut down forests, you kill my own people, you raid the villages of the natives, but you could not be stopped.

Your endless tyranny made me grow sad, and a terrible anger filled my heart. The land was dying under your tyranny. Some of us rose up to stop you, only to be cut down by your sword. You also stole our flesh and our bones to grow your crops and feed yourselves on our flesh, and you still have the audacity to call yourself the good one?

We grew up with the land, we did not harm it, we did not mar it. We simply existed in harmony. You forced our hand into fighting you, adventurer, and look where you are now.. A pitiful excuse for a human being, aren't you?"

The adventurer looks up to me as my rotting feet crushes his ribcage. "We did.. what we could.. to survive..." he gasped, and his breath expired. I spitted on his corpse and burnt him on the fire of his own shelter.

"I have no remorse for what I have done today.. nor will I have remorse if I shall do it again! If my hand is forced to slay another, let it be so!" I said, as the sun rose.