Prolog prompt

A Possible Concept By: DocBoom

It is cold.

It is dark.

I mustn’t be afrade.

I shouldent be.

But I am.

And I’m angry.

My rage is uncontroled.

Pounding on its weakening cage.

A heavy cage.

A cage so heavy it breaks my back every day.

Fear already excaped, and is filling my mind with sounds, and shadows, infecting my body, and makeing me tremble.

The cold seapes into my skin, not that there was enything stopping it in the first place.

The trees are towering over me.

Little do they know that they are just fuleing the beast.

It wants to eskape… to run… to kill… to eat.

I’m hungry.

How many days has it been? How many weeks? Months?

I don’t know.

Skrew it.

The cage is not enougph.

Fear was sopsed to stay.

The cage is not worth it.

Father makes me cage myself because he fears me.

He left me to die.

He is a liar. A cowerd.

The beasts in the cage are not so bad.

They are just bottled up unfairly.

I must set them free.

I just let them wash over me.

The fear, the rage, the regret, spreeding, letting that blasted cage just… fall.

As I am covered with the tangle of emotion, I don’t feel the groth.

But I see as the trees grow smaller.

The beasts aren’t tresspassers as father told me to beleve they were… they are a part of me, and I them.

I can feel as my body warms itself.

I can feel my power sore.

I.. am.. the shadows.

It is time to hunt.