Short Stories

Humans Call us Monsters

What defines a monster? Is it the way they look? the way they act? Or is it a lack of understanding?

My name is Chimera, and I have been alive for a very, very long time.

My friend Aska -the most handsome and badass Firebird of all time- has kindly agreed to write down my words so that they can be remembered, and has sworn to write EXACTLY what i say.

-I don't know why he's trusting me. I could write down anything and he wouldn't even be able to tell until someone told him XD-

Aska please, I'd do it myself if I could -he wouldn't, he's lazy, but i guess i shouldn't tease a blind guy-

Thank you, now where was I? -about to monologue, I think-

Ah yes, what makes a monster? Is it the way they look, the way they act, or a lack of understanding? -told you he was gonna monologue- I have met thousands of people, creatures and beings during my lifetime. As a founding member of this Guild, I've been given the unique opportunity to watch as people's definition of a monster has changed. -When we first opened the Guild, people thought WE were monsters, they came to the guild to hire some mercenaries to get rid of us... The look on their faces when they realized that WE WERE the mercenaries was f*****g hilarious-

In the beginning, people feared us -told ya- it took months before someone came to us seeking help. Their village was being stalked by what was described to us as a hideous monster who was just waiting for the chance to snatch a child away from it's mother's side.Chia's being kind here, the way the guy described it was like something out of a nightmare- when we approached the village to gather more information we were taken to the 'monster's lair' almost imediatly. -it was a small, slightly rundown cottage in the nearby woods, it had had a lovely front garden at some point but it had been vandalized pretty thoroughly, the villagers didn't like me looking at the damage some of them had probably caused and kept trying to make me focus on the house rather then the destroyed property-

- He's giving me the stink eye now. I think he knows that I'm writing down more words than what he's saying-

Once the villagers had left us to deal with the 'monster' -yeah, real monster she was... I'm being sarcastic there. The woman living inside the cottage was part hag with some giant blood mixed in, one of the sweetest old ladies I'd ever met. To make this long story short, we had to help her move. The villagers were getting more and more violent the longer we went without forcing the old woman out of her home. One even tried to set fire to her cottage while she was in it!! She was just an old woman who looked a bit different than them. She had lived there for over thirty years without causing any trouble, she barely even went into the town more then once or twice a year and people just started_____

-Chia just called me out for writing angry. I know this is supposed to be his story but i just can't help adding my own bits to it. Besides, the people there were judgemental idiots and they thought my headfeathers was a wig of some sort that i wore over my 'real hair'. Do you know how many times i had people touching my feathers? yanking on them to see if they could get my 'wig' off? that s**t hurts! learn personal space you sons of_______________________

-Chia decided we should finish this another time-