The Crying Monster

Growing up in darkness isn't hard or scary. It just is. At first there were others, they were smart, but not strong. So the others would be eaten by the strong and the eaters wpuld get stronger. Looking up all could see the glow of the ancient ones, though little care was given to it.

This was a life of eating, fighting, and hiding

One day something changed. The most beautiful being in everywhere picked This One up. This One wasn't the strongest or smartest but it knew beauty when it saw it.

The Beautiful One took This One to a chamber. There the Beautiful One hurt This One many times but made This One much stronger. The Beautiful One taught This One her language, although This One couldn't speak. He also revealed a great secret to This One, her name.

The ancient ones always kept secrets, but the Beautiful One let This One know a deep secret. His name was Master. This One still couldn't speak, but in This One's mind, This One referred to her as The Beautiful Master.

For many eons the Beautiful Master tried to make This One more beautiful and stronger and smarter. Finally, one day the Beautiful Master gave This One a name, You. This One had never had a name before and to be gifted one by a being of such ancient and enormous power as the Beautiful Master was a great pleasure for You. You would do You's best to please the Beautiful Master.

After many more times and pains. The Beautiful Master said "You are finished." You was very excited and pleased. You had learned much from the Beautiful Master and was much stronger now.

The Beautiful Master let You out of the chamber and into the Beautiful Master's realm. There the Beautiful Master would test You. Having You fight others, protect others from being harmed from stronger others, even hide from others, or have You carry a special item to a special place without being caught by others.

At first some others were stronger than You, or faster, or too smart. But everytime You failed he'd return to the Beautiful Master and point to the chamber. Then the Beautiful Master would take You into the chamber and make You stronger, smarter, or faster.

Eventually You was the best at every test the Beautiful Master had designed in her great mind. You couldn't even begin to imagine the power of the Beautiful Master. Now You got to sit at the side of the Beautiful Master, on his right side. On the left side sat another, it was strong as well but You was better that's why You was kept on her right.

As time passed the Beautiful Master began to use You as the tester instead of the tested, You didn't understand why, but his mind was much bigger than You's.

One day something changed, many Ancient ones appeared in the Beautiful Master's realm and she was quite pleased that they had come. You saw many different ancient ones, some ugly, some strong, some dangerous, but none were as beautiful as the Beautiful Master, his beauty was greater than all in everywhere.

As the ancient ones gathered and began speaking, You couldn't comprehend their ideas. But one moment made You very happy, the Beautiful Master waved her hand towards You showing the ancient ones gathered and he called You, It.

The Beautiful Master was so pleased with You that she wouldn't share You's true name even among his guests and allies. One of the ancient ones, the Red Horned One scoffed at You, it said things You did not understand. But You could understand that this one was smart and dangerous. Maybe smarter than the Beautiful Master himself.

If You could speak, You would warn the Beautiful Master about the Red Horned One's danger. But as it was You could not speak and so You had to trust in the Beautiful Master and her ability. You was not afraid, the Beautiful Master was strong and smart in his own way.

After the ancient ones left the Beautiful Master called You to her side. He than began to tell You what was to happen. The Red Horned One had an army and others that it created, like how the Beautiful Master had made You. She told You that there was a great fight coming soon. He said that You's purpose was to protect another that the Red Horned One had created to eat a root. You didn't understand much of this until she told You that You would be attacked by many others trying to kill the Root Eater, it was You's job to make sure that none of them harmed the Root Eater. He said You had been created for this purpose and she was proud of You.

Hearing this from the Beautiful Master, You began to cry tears of joy. This didn't anger him, but she did tell You to never let an enemy see You cry. Here in the Beautiful Master's realm it was safe to cry but anywhere else he said You would have to hide tears and cover You's face. But most important You must not ever show weakness of any kind in the soon to come fight.

The day came for the fight to begin. You was confused, only the Beautiful Master and her allies were here. The Beautiful Master ordered You to follow the Root Eater and protect it, all the others, including himself and the Red Horned One would stay back and prepare to fight.

You thought the fight would already be. But the fight wasn't. You followed the Root Eater to where it wanted to go. Then You prepared to protect the Root Eater. You did not know what enemies, how many, or how strong but You did know You would not fail, not with the Beautiful Master watching.

After the Root Eater had been eating for some time others appeared. The others were heading towards the Root Eater but the armies of the Beautiful Master and her allies clashed with these new others. You was excited but also disappointed. You thought You be doing much fighting but as the others continued to fight, they failed even notice the Root Eater and You.

After a while some of the others did notice You and the Root Eater and came to kill the Root Eater. You killed and ate them with ease. However, one managed to called out for help. Now many others came. You did the job and protected the Root Eater from many others.

Finally an old one came to fight You and kill the Root Eater. You had never fought an old one, but You could tell this Winged Stabber was no where near as powerful as even the weakest ancient one. You would not fail the Beautiful Master.

You and the Winged Stabber fought for a very long time. The others stopped coming, maybe believing the Winged Stabber could kill You, or maybe the Beautiful Master and his allies and their others were distracting the enemy others. Either way You was glad for it. For the first time since passing the Beautiful Master's tests, You wasn't sure of victory.

You pressed on and fought harder. The Winged Stabber could use the symbols like the ancient ones and it could fly making it very hard to hit. But the Beautiful Master had made You strong and the magic the Winged Stabber used did not hurt. The stabs hurt You but he quickly healed from them. At last the Winged Stabber came to close to the ground and You grabbed its foot pulling it down and tearing it to shreds.

You ate the Winged Stabber's head and then turned to look at the Beautiful Master, how proud she must be that his You was able to kill an old one completely alone. However, when You looked back there was no pride, or anger, or sadness, only confusion.

You then saw that the Red Horned One had stabbed the Beautiful Master. Then the Red Horned One finished him by sucking all that she was out of him, leave only a body on the ground.

You abandoned the Root Eater and ran at the Red Horned One in anger, it slapped You aside and told You to protect the Root Eater. You got up again and was knocked down again, over and over.

Because the Root Eater now had no protection from You the others were able to attack it. So the Root Eater ran away. Then the ancient ones of the enemies came and put the Beautiful Masters allies in chains. You remembered there being more allies at the start but did not care to wonder if they too were killed by the Red Horned One. Instead You laid at the Beautiful Master's body, crying.

The others towards for You, reminding You of the Beautiful Master's warning. "Do not let your enemies see you cry." You stood and killed any and all that saw the tears. After the deaths of many a first one appeared, You could tell it was much more powerful than even the ancient ones, it was Too Strong.

Too Strong slapped You to the ground. When You stood up Too Strong used powerful magic to burn You. When You stood again Too Strong picked You up and looked closely, "What a horrible ugly creature." Too Strong then threw You as hard as You had ever been thrown.

You did not know how far or for how long the throw lasted, but when it ended You stood up again. Only to collapse to the ground covering You's face as tears came out. All around You were trees, reminders of failure, reminders of the Beautiful Master's death. You cried for a long time in this hell Too Strong had sent him to. Sometimes it would be bright and sometimes dark. When You could muster the courage to stop crying, You would notice others sentenced here as well. You wondered what they had done.

After 2 million brights and darks You saw something new. You had been crying when a noise was heard nearby. You dried the tears and looked up. Before You stood this thing, small, weak, and ugly but worst of all You knew this thing was judging. Nothing in Everywhere had the right to judge You. You did what the Beautiful Master said. You was too far away to help her, and You could do nothing with his dead body.

Rage grew inside You, letting out a scream You tore through the trees and rocks and destroyed this judgmental other. Then as the brights and darks continued more of these judges came, everytime You would tear them apart and eat them on occasion, although they were to weak to make You any stronger.

You decided these judges must be sent by Too Strong to torture You. You did not care, You would kill them all, no judge could see You's tears. As unending as trees were, each a tombstone the Beautiful Master, so were You's tears for the Beautiful Master.

Too Strong could send as many as it wanted. One day You would find a way back and kill the Red Horned One and Too Strong. The Beautiful Master had made You prefect, no matter how long it took nor how many tears, You would avenge the Beautiful Master.