Hatred

[Rodan]

"Help me mama!" She yelled and tried to crawl backwards, away from squirming obhidians. She was only 6 when those nasty creatures attacked the peaceful village that no longer exists in this world and which name have been long forgotten. Her mother was too busy saving her own skin, than worrying her child. The axe rose to the pitchblack sky licked by the flames of the burning village. She screamed when the axe fell down and everything went black.

Next morning was rainy, like the sky would have cried for those innocent who have died there last night. None was left alive, smoking ruins reached for the sky before crumbling down. Corpses lying around everywhere and the crows had their feast.

She opened her eyes. The last thing this little girl had seen was the axe coming down and striking her down. Dryed blood had turned her white dress to mixed black and red. She didnt cry. She remembered. Her mama abandoning her, everyone abandoning her. Noone cared about her. She didnt know the feeling but it was bitter. Like the undead from graveyards she rose from the ashes only to fell on her knees. She gazed around with her gloomy eyes. Only a day earlier those eyes were full of joy and happiness, now full of hatred towards the mankind and humanity. Hatred towards the world.

Somehow that little girl managed to get away from the ruins of village. Against all odds, she survived and her anger was real. It would never end or disappear like that scar she bears from her face down to her belly. It wasnt enough to kill her but make her faith stronger. Faith that would one day change the world. Faith that she would one day find people who share same goal. Watch the world burn.