Growing pains.

[Avee]

 

Grow.

 

Hatch. Sensation. Instinct. Hunt. Food. Eat.

 

Light. Metal Tooth. Recoil. Pain.

 

Grow.

[Avee]

 

 

Grow.

 

This. Think. Place. People. Thing. Me. I.

 

I change. I hide. I hunt. I ambush. I feel.

 

Grow.

[Avee]

Grow.

 

The sleeping mind is awakened in times of terrific pain. The whispers of my destiny hearken my mind to ever greater heights.

Your nightmares are my pleasant dreams. Your worst day is my rapturous celebration.

I do not feel anger, I only feel sadness.

 

This sleeping mind awakens further every day.

A hunger drove my predation, yet it now can be tempered, controlled, by a simple thought.

The mundanity of humanity would surely celebrate if they knew this. They would see it that I could be reasoned with.

They are wrong.

 

Grow.

[Avee]

Grow.

 

I can speak through their minds, commune with their thoughts. Yet, this form of mine a binding curse of which there is no escape.

Though yet there is a darkness in this light. A twisting and breaking, of sinew and skin.

The flesh is weak, I must begin again.

 

I must find the fae.

I must learn. I must experiment. I must consider and confound.

I will be free of this prison, tearing it down for a palace of my own creation.

 

Grow.