In this heartfelt moment I realize that life is precious. I feel that in this wonderful that filth degrades this once beautiful place with their venomous and disgusting ways. I soon came to the realization that it was up to me to carry out the justice that this world needs. I am the water to the fire, the rescuer to those in distress. Sometimes that must also mean that I see that I must strike down the weak and afflicted. Justice favors neither goodness nor a badness. It is its own category something that can’t quite be named but simply exists to see us through this tragedy. I have seen the world through many eyes and have lived many generations of peace and of war. The battle of justice never ends so I must stand unwavering ready to strike down with a great vengeance the righteous up holdings of an equal society. So if that means that others see me as bad then let it be so, but this minotaur will be strong like iron and won’t fade like copper.
I look up to the sky in my new body seeing the world in two different eyes. Part of me sees the old world that this body once thought it was but then the other part sees the chaos and destruction on the brink of exploding in our faces. I reach for my war hammer and softy grip it reassuringly pressing it to my head to give myself the assurance that no matter what that this hammer will always be here slugging the unjust. I jump down from the roof to make a ten five foot drop. As I hit the ground a cloud of dust erupts from the ground almost as if it was escaping the wrath of me. Soon however the bullies that this body once knew will remember that I am a force to be reckoned with now. I roll my shoulders back and with a loud pop I break the pressure in my shoulders. I then crack my entire body to loosen up the tension in them and with a loud shout I cry out a furious howl that a wolf might howl. And then I proceeded to stomp on the poppy bushel with vigor. The anger inside me was being let out upon the remains of the poppies that looked like a pile of mush. My muscles bulge with the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I look upwards to see a pack of winter wolves standing nearby with their mouths agape. I look down at the dirty mush in between my feet and look back up and manage an awkward smile. “ Ok, you can do this just act civil” I mumble to myself.
“What the hell!!” growls one of the wolves with a black streak down the middle of his face.
“I am so sorry I didn’t know these delightful.” My head twitches a little bit “poppies…” my teeth grind against each other and more adrenaline pumps through my vein my eyes give off a crazed look as the mere mention of poppies and delightful make me almost snap in a total craze of fury. “Were yours please forgive me” it takes every part of me not to pounce on the wolves in simple brute minded tendencies and just destroy everything in my path. I take a deep breath to ease my mind but it only throws me closer to the edge of a blind rage. My veins are bulging all across my body as heat surrounds the air around me and my body emits a thick layer of steam. I can feel the build up inside of me and just as I think that I’m going to snap I hear one of the wolves chuckle. Everyone stares at him with an odd face. My anger is quickly replaced with surprise and confusion. I’m no longer steaming and I don't look angry anymore.
“Well met minotaur, what brings you to the woods of Murkwood??” A wolf asks me. He has a coat of white with back stripes going down his sides in a hypnotic pattern that seems to entrance the eyes.
“The poppies brought me here actually. I hate these things and I couldn’t stand that they live for a moment longer while I recognized their scent.” I say calmly. Something about this wolf makes me feel at ease even the thought of poppies can’t enrage me while he is near.
“ Hahaha well said good friend, well said indeed they are a despicable plant indeed. Come pact we can find food elsewhere while the sun still guides us through the day. Will you be joining us good sir?? It shall be wonderful to have your company along this search for food.”
I look at them with distrust and then I wonder what they eat and I realize that they are wolves and I grab for my war hammer.
“Oh good sir, we do not eat flesh only vegetables and fruit. We do not kill prey, it is far beneath us and we hope to relinquish the fear of wolves so that we may join civilizations and advance further in peaceful manners with all folk. I am afraid however that we have a long time before we are trusted many fear our bloodlust with good intent. We cannot blame them for their mistrust. If you will not join us we will understand completely.” His very words move me to compassion.
“We are not so different you and I. We Minotaur’s are often feared to and mistrusted as well. We are a dangerous kind that tends to only want warfare and bring destruction with us. I sympathize with you and I will join you on your search for food in hope to better understand your pack.” I smile at him passively and he grins back.
“I am Mercy and you?”
“Iron Justice pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Something in the air hummed with a peaceful aura that just seemed to vibrate within my soul. “This feeling...” I thought to myself. “I could get used to this pleasant feeling.