Emotion Concept 

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An unending silence overwhelms the senses with only the rapid beat ofhis heart to penetrate the heaviness of the situation. It's a far cry from the serene ambience that surrounded him when he first came to this world. He was alone; It was him and this untouched, untamed world that welcomed him. And so it began. He slowly became a master at crafting and building, but he was never alone. Others like him had appeared, and many of them got along well. Together they accomplished much more, with a stash of precious gems to symbolize their achievement through peace and cooperation.

But then there were the others; The ones who took pleasure in grief and despair.

They would do occasional raids, striking his peers down only to take and destroy what they wanted. He wasn't spared either. After countless raids he had snapped, and in a fit of rage struck back against the attackers with a weapon forged from the hardest of their treasures. They never saw it coming, always having relied on fear and primitive weapons backed by aggression and numbers. They managed to draw blood, but his crafted weapon drew much, much more. When one fell, the rest fled to regroup, some swearing revenge.

So now he stands alone, having defended himself and his peers. But at what cost? Blood patches cover him, some of it his own. He looks down at his hands and then to the lone corpse; One death too many. The warm tears begin to run. He falls to his knees and tries to wipe the blood off his stained clothes. He looks at his reflection in the blood-coated sheen of the green sword, confirming what he refuses to acknowledge.

Nothing is ever the same again, but next time, his task will be regrettably easier.