As It Should Be (Old/ Critique Anyway)

[Tyrannia]

I am alone. So it is as it should be. I must guard Her. I must keep Her safe. I turn towards Her cold form. Even now She is beautiful. I turn away, feeling ashamed. It is disrespectful to look at Her so openly and think such thoughts. I hear a noise. I grow tense. Is it a threat? Chattering breaks out from the trees as the foliage ripples. No, It's just some playful saru. I relax. It is warm, so very warm. Maybe warm enough to bring her back. I look at her again, she does not stir. I turn back to my vigil. Something touches me! I turn, drawing my staff, prepared for a battle. Once again I feel
foolish. One of the saru has simply come down from his tree to pay me a visit.
"Hello little one."
It feels so strange to talk after all these centuries. The saru seems to be startled. Hearing the words of Men from one such as myself must be a shock. But he is not frightened. He allows me to approach him. I run a finger over his head, his fur is so smooth compared to my own. He seems to like being stroked. For a moment I think of keeping him with me, as Men do with their pets. I quickly banish that thought. It is against the code.
"Leave now little one." I say, a rare lightness coloring my tone. "You are a distraction."
As if he understands me, he runs off to join his fellows in the trees. I watch as they play with one another. I feel a strange tightness. I understand it to be loneliness. I am confused. I have not longed for one of my own kind for so long. I thought I was above it. I close my eyes and try to banish the weakness threatening to overwhelm me. I try to
focus on something meaningful. Food, I need food. My eyes snap open and I carry large leaves to hide Her from view. After I am sure She can not be found, I enter the jungles. I will not be gone for long.

It is later than it should be. It had been hard to find the fruit I need. Now the moon is beginning to rise. I have to hurry. I run along the tree tops. I feel my bestial nature taking over as sight fails me and reason becomes cloudy. My agility improves. Home. I must get Home. Suddenly, a loud crash cuts through my blind race. I turn, reason being restored to me. Men. Men are in my jungle. I watch, at the moment more curious then threatened. They are not like the others I have seen. Their scent is different, and they are pale. They seem a little louder too. And a lot bolder. They are closer to my Home then any of the others have dared to go. The others think I am a demon. They fear me, and stay away. These Men, they do not feel the same fear. They are Strangers. I follow them as the walk through my jungle. I realize one of the Normal Men are with the Strangers. The Normal is trying to get them to turn back. He knows the fear. The Strangers do not listen. I am feeling frustrated. They are getting too close to my Home. They could find her and take her away. I can't let that happen. I should attack them. But wait, they may yet turn back. I follow them a little longer. Then, right before I decide to attack, they turn. I don't know what made them turn back, and I probably never will.

"We almost had visitors my lady." I say as I place my basket down and brush the leaves from her perfect frozen face. "They are gone now. You may continue to rest."
I pick up my instrument and raise it to my lips. The bittersweet notes mingle with the other songs of the night. I am alone. So it is as it should be.


A rather obscure thing I wrote last year for school. I did plan to expand on it, but am not sure how. I would like some critique (keep in mind, this is pretty old. Still, I haven't written in present tense since then...) I would also love to know what you think the main character is, and what his mission may be.