Sixth Sense
The ringing bells in my head tell me that someone has entered my lair.
But what does that matter? Those little ants have been bothering me for centuries and they never give up.
rolls to face the entrance
Does this small being believe they could best me?
I may be young but I am no match for their weak swords or their silly sticks. Even those magicians thought they could come in here and ask me to train them? chuckles
I am the Great Shadow Beast, no one is mightier than me HAHAHA
smoke blows from mouth and nostrils
Looking up in my cave, I sense all the mana flowing in and out of the room. There have been no changes since that pest has entered.
Should I meet them halfway?
Turns away from entrance
….I can’t bother
My name sends tremors throughout the North, there is no one who isn’t afraid of me. Many have met their death due to their insolence.
Many men have walked through this lair for many reasons. To ask for assistance, to train, to protect or simply looking to die.
Just because I live in the mountains away from those pests, doesn’t give them the right to barge in and demand anything from me!
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tail hits the ground causing the entire mountain to shake
They are capable of destroying their own without the help. They have burned their forests and killed animals to the point of extinction. They’ve created technology believing it would help but instead, it became the very thing that caused their downfall.
I have no respect for humans as they are. I am not their protector, I do not owe them anything. IF ANYTHING, they owe me. I have been watching over this mountain for centuries. The animals thrive, the water is safe from pollution and the trees are vibrant and full of life. Neither the plants nor animals fear me.
What should I do with this intruder? Should I swat them like a bug or give them fake coins that they oh-so love? Humans love when I give them coins, the greed in their eyes light up and I find it comical. One day, that coin you love so much will disappear and you will stand alone with nothing. I have no respect for those who only see greed.
Perhaps one day, I might meet someone who doesn’t care for coins or someone who doesn’t care for such small desires. I wonder…
The shadows on the cave are growing longer and the moon will soon be overhead.
The interruption in the mana flow should wake me if needed.
closes eyes
Shortly after, a small black kitten stumbles their way into the large room. The kitten looks around the cave and finds a perfect sleeping spot. Its little body presses up against the cool white wall and slowly closes their eyes.
I sense the presence of another creature in the cave, but I cannot see it. Oh well…
