Rebirth as a Minotaur
Mankind's greed drove them into the forests of keledor, destroying its green trees.
Taking its land, turning it into towns.
Cutting down its woods, for the twang in their bows, and the pole of their sharp sticks.
And ravaging the temples hidden deep in the green mesh, for the gold the ancients had left.
But the forest watches.
It was breathing.
It was making, and mother nature birthed a destined conqueror from another world.
The moment the monstrosity first breathed life, it disconnected from mother nature’s will, and with its disconnection a true monster was let loose into the world.
It was not human.
Not exactly a beast.
The chaos though, stirs, and a great war the likes no other is prophesied in druids huts, mankind's greatest wizards, elves, dwarves, human, halfling, all alike hear it.
The sound of the war drums.
The beating of their hooves.
The crass howl cries.
The sound of death.
The horde of beasts coming for them all.
I_lIke_writing · Fantasy
