[Kyo]

What makes a monster and what makes a man?

This kalon has been outcasted from their home, reviled as a monster. However things are not always as they seem, and the deed that earned them this dark title was actually an act of sacrifice on their behalf. Tell the story that lead to their banishment from their perspective and clear their name once and for all!

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[Softea]

username: Softea

name: Wolven ‘The Wolf’ Devster

gender: Male

Story:
The Great Fire

’I am not a monster.'


The trees creaked under the pressure from the howling wind.
The tornado was getting closer.
The wind howled as debris flew through the air, aggressively hitting trees and buildings in the village. Loud crashing and banging sounded throughout the town, the bell of the tallest building clanging loudly against the brick walls. Rain audibly crashed against the windows, sounding as hard as ice, as thick as water. The moonlight glowed as the dark grey skies continued to swirl near the old village.

- - -

Wolven heard the bells ring, the wind chimes, birds crowing and cawing. Huge fir trees swaying as the wind picked up, needles flying in the wind, occasionally hitting him in the face. His dusty green coverall, a cape-like cloth blowing in the wind. The glow of the moon hit his shine and glimmered, sparkled in the moonlight- his dark black coat in great contrast to his claws, eyes and shine. Wolven heard wolves howl at the full moon and smiled, the mystical sound seeming to be carried in the wind. Though Wolven realized something was wrong, something was very wrong. Animals were fleeing the forest, wolves howling in alarm, birds crowing loudly, squawking as they fled. He felt his blood run cold as he realized something. A great tornado was on it's way. He could just feel it.

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Wolven ran, and ran- he ran as fast as he could back to the village he called home, the wind started to pick up- feeling like shards of ice hitting his skin. His cloth had felt like it was slipping away in the ghastly wind, cries of ghosts seemed to be carried as he ran as fast as he could towards his home. The tornado had gotten closer, the ground feeling as if it was shaking, dirt flying everywhere, trees cracking and falling over in the bulk of the wind. Wolven reached the village, wheezing as he tried to breath. He heard kalons crying, yelling, screaming as they tried to take what they could and run. He ran to his house, slammed the door open and ran to the basement, grabbing his matches. Wolven lit up one of the small matches, a flicker of light in the dark of his basement. Stone glimmered a gold-orange color, water dripping from the roof, a calm and peaceful sound as the world around him seemed to crashed. He grabbed what he could, what he needed and was on his way, holding his match as best he could.

- - -

Wolven ran as the rain hit his face, he put his stuff outside of the village area, more worried about his friends and other kalons over his stuff. He ran towards a building, wincing as the match finally reached his hand. He lit another one, trying to cover it as best he could so it would not go out. The darkness of the night had finally caught up with the moon. Wolven tripped, his world going in slow motion as he saw the match fly out of his mouth, bounce off the ground, the fire slowly blowing in the wind. He landed hard against the dirt ground under him, the match finally reaching it's destination- lighting the house on fire.

- - -

Wolven felt his heart stop, he pushed himself up onto his elbows and forearm and watched as the house slowly lit on fire. The rain not helping what so ever. Soon, the whole house was engulfed in flames. The brightness of the fire lighting up the night, like the sun. Wolven felt tears fall down his face as the fire slowly burned throughout his village, people fleeing- but not before they made sure to tell Wolven of his horrible, horrible deeds.
"How could you?"
"Why did you do this?"
"Even if the tornado hit it wouldn't have destroyed our houses as bade as this. This can't be repaired"
"You monster"
Wolven started to sob as he crawled to his knees, letting the rain and wind hit him in the face. The fire engulfing the village in a rage.
"I'm not a monster"

'it wasn't my fault'


Wolven sobbed. His eyes puffy and red from the tears rolling down his face as he witnessed his whole village burn down because of him. He didn't mean to burn down his village. He was trying to save those who needed help, those who were stuck or had too many items, or those who needed help with other kalons. Those who were caught in the fire made it safely out, but all that was left of the village was sickly black trees, dirt, and wooden houses. Burnt rocks scattered the ground as Wolven sat there, kalons staring at where their homes once were. He stayed all night trying to help those in need, trying to put out the fire. But he couldn't. It was too late by the time he had tried to help. Now, there was nothing he could do. Wolven sat and stared quietly at the ground, the only sound that could be heard was the soft calls of the wind, the tornado had not reached the village, but had instead passed it. Now, it looks as if all the damage had been caused by him. Wolven sat silently, all he could hear were the muffled sounds of kalons crying over their lost houses, kalons talking to him, yelling at him. Wolven finally got the ringing out of his ears and heard the kalons yelling at him,
"This is all your fault!"
"This never would have happened if it weren't for you."
but that just wasn't true. It wasn't Wolven's fault. He hadn't meant to destroy the village, some of the forest. He was trying to save others. Help them- but he made that mistake, it wasn't his fault.

He hadn't meant it.

980 words! Hopefully not to much since there was no specific limit set? If this was too much please tell me before it is too late!

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Do not keep the art I made please

[sobble]

username: Junkratss
name: Dontaye
gender: Male
story:

He told me I was to create, to bring life and improve a dire situation; to bring back what he had lost. I wanted to do well- to do right by the world, the only power I possessed was my knowledge in the sciences- so create I would. The assignment was vague... the results unclear. I worked tirelessly day after day, I wanted to make a better world for her, for everyone. I had been told the trial was a success; the experiment had gone as planned. The specie has been revived. He told me I was a good scientist- a good man.


They told me I was responsible for her death. I was responsible for the grief and agony which had been brought upon our facility, our city... The rift in our lives which could never be repared was my burden to bear. The burning desire which filled me was her end. The end of something which should have saved us all, improved our lives. I thought I was a good man. They told me a was a monster.

Dontaye faltered. It was clear the gruff kalon had never meant any harm- he wanted to protect those he loved... had he been lied to? Who had he been protecting? What happened to her?

I was heartbroken. Knowing the pain I had caused our village, my daughter.

Dontaye’s solid, hulking figure wavered and crumbled. His voice hardly more than a hoarse whisper.

I tried to protect her. Once I knew what He had done I could do nothing but watch what I had created unfold upon my sleepy hallow. I fought for those I loved, what a loved... everything I have ever known. Gone before I could steel myself, with a single blow across the face. Everything was gone and so was she. I came to, and the town was upon me. The news had come out- I had revived the specie. He had fled. Overcome with grief I made no effort to defend my shattered persona.

Dontaye looked back, seemingly right past you, eyes stone cold and unwavering now.

Guess I know what makes a man and what makes a monster.And I’m the monster.

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[Gaycko]

username: Kimizuki
name: Finn Meyers
gender: Male

story:

Part I. "I'm a monster, not a man"

9:17:39pm
"Number zero-eight-five!"
Casting a glance down the dark numbers stamped to the back of my hand matched the number called, '085'. The metal chairs left a dull ache in my lower back as I pushed myself from its cold grip. Bleak grey walls voiced what all one hundred of us I'm this small room felt, nothing. Four years ago we had like all doubted our survival, the world ripped apart by war. Now we lived in pop up cities, walled in with a dome overhead, protecting us from the disaster mankind had unleashed upon the land. Everyone had become numbers instead of people, but our numbers were not the same as our neighbor's. The hundred of us, stuck in a small, windowless room underground, are monsters.

There had been eighty-four people before me do exactly as I do now. I carefully make my way past the other people sitting in my row of seats, my footsteps echoing from the tile in the dead air of the room. There's an older man dressed in a fresh lab coat, clipboard in hand, standing in the door way. His smile is fake, a teeth showing smile as he reaches out to shake my hand. I can see he's not surprised when I don't do the same, my hands burrowed in to the pockets on my jacket. "Please show me your hand," he isn't asking I know we'll enough even if his fake tone makes it seem as if I have a choice.

Showing the hand sporting my number I can't manage to stop myself from giving an annoyed eye roll. There's a clicking of a pen as he checks off what I assume is my number from the list secured on his clipboard and then before I know it I'm in the hall. Instead of silence there's the steady hum of machines spilling from the rooms that we pass. The white floor tiles reflect the bright florescent light back into my eyes and I feel the beginnings of a headache.

9:32:28pm
Our journey through the halls comes to an end after several turns and a downward ride in the facility's elevator. Actually it's the end of my journey, this man will be doing the same thing for fifteen more people. I'm standing in front of a heavy black door with a small window to allow a view of the halls. "Thank you for your participation number eighty-five," the man now states and there's a beep of his i.d badge from a reader mounted on the wall. Then there's a click and the door opens where I'm left in the care of another man. He's older, his hair becoming white and receding further back and large square glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose. I knew where this was going, I wasn't proud of what I'd done for this facility, but it had to be done and now they were covering their tracks.

Behind the man there were two fully armed officers, hands positioned for their guns as if they expected me to lash out as the old man spoke. "Ah it's been a while since I've seen you with my own eyes eighty-five!" His voice quivered a bit from a withheld chuckle and this time when I was offered a hand to shake I did, "I am sad to say it is not with good news that we meet again. You've done great work for us to help make sure humanity with thrive, but after all you're simply a number in our game, a risk to our work."

Only a few words had the power to freeze my blood in my veins and I forced a grin, maybe even a smirk as he nodded. I'd been one of a hundred carriers for a man made virus, I'd helped circulate it into the city. One hundred of us had been the cause of hundreds of deaths. I had been the reason some young child had lost a parent or a mother lost her child and it was all for the sake of bettering the city, to weed out the weakest, the ones that hadn't meant to make it this far into the new world. I'd also been the responsible for my own demise. "Number eighty-five for your actions and knowledge with the spread of virus Rieatoine (rye-ah-toy-neh) you are no longer welcomed in our city," the old man spoke and his voice carried no sorrow, he wasn't bothered by what he had dkne, there was no blood in his hands.

10:03:59pm
I had been escorted to the outside of the city walls, where the land was scared and the air thick enough it was hard to breath. The officers had long left to the safety of the city while I had nothing but the clothes on my back to survive in this wasteland humanity had created. I needed to survive.

Part II. "I'm a man, not a monster"
Time unknown
Time no longer exists in the way I had once known from the amount of it I'd spent out in the ruins of the world wed once called home. Nothing was the same out there and I no longer knew how long my friends or myself had been out there. Out of the hundred of us that had been outcasted, driven from the walls, only eleven of us had made it back. Passing one final glance between one another we forces ourselves up to the north gates of the walls, seeking to return. "It's only been a few months!" Number thirty-one argued as we grew closer.

"Try years buddy," growled number five quickly after thirty-one's outburst.

I wanted to step in and argue along with them, but I no longer spoke up in such petty arguments. The land had not been kind to me, beaten down and adorning battle scars from our troubles of surviving. Nearing the gates the arguments between the two fell silent. The first two doors opened at our arrival and closed quickly to seal off the outside world from the two armed officers.

All of us knew we were wanted and that our names had been given out as criminals responsible for the virus that claimed many lives. We weren't scared of that after our time in that land beyond the walls. "What's your business being here?" The larger officer asked, hand curling over the handle of his gun.

I spoke up, lifting my head to make eye contact, "We seek shelter from the wasteland as we've served our time out there. Out of the one hundred banished from these walls only eleven return now seeking refuge in the city," I spoke with certainty and lies. We did not want refuge in this city anymore.

Our purpose for returning was to come clean, to make our apologies to the city and leave with supplies for fora longer journey, to make a new home in the wastland. "We ask for a chance to make amends to the citizens of this city and live among the working class," I continued, watching the man in the back speak quietly into his ear piece.

No more words were exchanged as the man that questioned us gave a nod and the doors leading into the walls slid open. I knew out of the eleven of us not all of us would be leaving again our choices had been split. Numbers sixty-two, thirteen, and ninety-nine had families here that they'd be returning to, while myself and the rest would be returning to the wasteland. It was like the day we'd all left the walls only it was reversed and we were returning to the walls.

Our names would not be cleared for the deeds we had all done as we now held what we did as a apart of ourselves. Our numbers were now our reminders of the evil. We simply would make amends for what we'd done and leave knowing in our hearts we truly had done what was right. How ever long we had been gone the city had changed, there was more life and happiness in the people we saw. There were no numbers only names.

We were not monsters, we were men that had made a change.

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Part III. "Journal Entries - Patient Zero"
Entry 1.
"Patient zero has been under close inspection since being exposed to virus strain Rieatoine. No serious symptoms showing after three hours. Has starting of fever at 99°F degrees and cloudy eyes."
~Jonathan Walsh, Lead Scientist

Entry 6.
"Thirteen hours after exposure to Rieatoine, Patient Zero is exhibiting high fever of 102.5°F and vomitting. Skin has turned a pale yellow with bloodshot eyes. Patient doesn't seem aware of surroundings. Virus seems promising as is."
~Jonathan Walsh, Lead Scientist

Entry 28.
"It's now been two days since Patient Zero has become a carrier for Rieatoine, seems fever won't climb higher than 105°F. Severe muscle aches and sores similar to blisters forming over skin."
~Jonathan Walsh, Lead Scientist

Entry 31.
"Patient Zero has finally succumbed to Rieatoine. Final symptoms include spiking fever, bleeding from the eyes, and minor convulsions. We would like to give our deepest respect to the life of patient zero and his sacrifices for the better of humanity. With his help we are now ready to perform group trusting of virus and works on a cure."
~Jonathan Walsh, Lead Scientist
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[kidcandy]

username: aello
name: kristopher cain stanford
gender: male
story:


"please! please, my family needs me! my parents are old and they need the food, please King Alaric have mercy, please."
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That night, King Alaric had thrown an elegant party, filled with amazing dishes of food- food that my family needed badly. I was only a child at that time, only a seedling, but I had dressed up as a noble from a neighboring land. I had to get into that party and get some food. Not only my family, but the whole land was starving. I thought that If I could start with just feeding my family, that I could maybe begin to feed the whole town. I knew it would be hard, but it needed to be done. People were dying in the streets and I couldn't sit there and watch as people died in the streets.

After a third or fourth time of sneaking in, I was able to do it fairly easily. All I had to do was knock out one of the guards, steal his clothing, and waltz right in. I made a fatal mistake one night. The guard woke up and found Alaric. The King then decided to have me questioned in front of everyone, just to show them publicly that I wasn't one of them. I tried my best to answer all of his questions as a guard would, as a rich person would.

"Yes, sir." "No, Sir." "Of course, Sir."

It was like he noticed right away. He knew I wasn't one of them. I couldn't do anything to stop him, but I gave it my best shot. As the guards tried to escort me to the jail paddocks, I gave my best fight. I punched and kicked as the guards neared me. I knew I was going down, but I wasn't going to go down without a fight. Women and children fled the party and the men stayed to help fight me. They became too much and I panicked... I didn't know I had that kind of strength and- and I don't even remember doing this. As a large and burly guard came towards me with a sword in hand, I prepared myself. My claws were unsheathed and I had so much adrenaline from the previous guards. I had never killed anyone before then. I didn't mean to... This was all for my family that King Alaric was starving. I swear I didn't mean to do it... It just- happened. I'm so sorry.....

After that, I dropped to my knees. I couldn't believe what I had done- I just wanted to help my family... The escorted me to the jails much easier after I had given up. Three days later, after being starved myself, I had my trial.
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"For the crimes, you have committed not only you will be punished, but so will your parents. They raised you and your monstrous ways, so they too shall pay the price. They will hang in the stocks until King Alaric sees it fit. You, however, will be banished from this countryside. You are never to return to this town ever again. "

I couldn't breathe. I knew that I had done wrong, but them- they did not deserve this. I cried out in dismay, trying to fight a battle I already knew was lost. King Alaric was a ruthless ruler and what he said, goes. With my heart racing, I stood from my seat. I didn't know who I was anymore; my heart had grown black as the night sky, no feeling within. I broke through the chains in one easy heave, a look of hatred on my face. I had one person in my eyes and there was nothing to stop me from finding him and ending him. The guards came to me in waves, but I was able to break through. Though I was deadly tired and broken down by starvation and no sleep, I found King Alaric- hiding under his podium- pathetic. I grabbed him by the neck and pinned him down. I kept breathing harder and harder, I knew another wave of guards would be coming for me at any moment now. The crowd was watching in dismay, too scared to do anything. Suddenly my heart slowed as did my breathing. I knew better than this. Before releasing Alaric, I bent down to his face and whispered, "Stay away from my family." I stood as I heard the royal guards coming for me, now was my time to run. I hoped that my family would be safe, as I knew I had no place here anymore.

I ran into the woods, as fast as my legs would carry me. I kept running and running until I could no longer feel my legs. It's been years since I've seen my family. I've no way of telling if they're okay or not, as I've deemed myself a life of solitude. I'm grown now, and I'm no longer the boy I used to be. The townspeople wanted a monster, and so they got one.


841 words.

[tldr: he stole food for his starving family, got caught, accidentally hurt a guard, and was sent to trial. alaric wanted to punish not only him but his family as well- this broke a screw loose in kristopher's head. attacked the king, but did not hurt him. told him to stay away from his family or he would return for his head. ran off into the woods for a life of complete solitary.]


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username: tiny little box
name: vila
gender: male
story: (try to keep it concise, I'm not looking to read a 5 page essay)
Tried to steal from a house,has tea party with the kalon there

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