Charakter

Many people ask themselves this question. They strive to be the best so that they can find out for themselves. And can you blame them? Who wouldn't want to be number one?

But when you truly become the best, you realize that it isn't all it's cracked up to be.

It starts well enough, every day you wake up and you think to yourself how you can do anything because you're the best and nobody can stop you. Going around, doing as you please, not a care in the world.

Then one day, maybe while you're sitting by the fire enjoying your freshly cooked Miqo'te steak after a good hunt, it suddenly dawns on you. If you're already the best, then what else is there to achieve? Why bother even trying if nobody can challenge you?

You begin to get bored with the monotony of life without any challenge. You have to try new things just to pique your enthusiasm. Maybe hunting some new game.

Miqo'te quickly become boring. They are simple creatures, and very easy to trap. Maybe Elezen? Their tall stature make them easy to knock over and they too get boring quickly. Maybe Roegadyn? Maybe even other Lalafells?

Nothing works. It's all so boring. Then one day when you've sunken so deep into a lonely depression that all you can do is sleep, they start.

The dreams.

It always starts the same way. Inside a bustling market square there stands a young Lalafellin girl, dressed all in white. All the people around her pass her by as if they don't even see her there. Slowly she looks up at you. You can see that her eyes are solid white with no pupils, and her skin is so pale you can see dark veins running across her face.

And then she screams. Not a normal scream either, but a bloodcurdling scream so terrible that it is even worse than listening to Miqo'te voice 5 while someone scrapes nails across a chalkboard. And upon hearing this scream all the nightmares that lay waiting on the edges of your consciousness wake up and assail you.

Then every night as the nightmares close around you you wake up. You tremble at the thought of your dreams not with fear but with excitement. You finally found a challenge. You finally feel alive again.

Night after night you have these dreams. Night after night of waking up suddenly with no real sleep until the dreams begin to bleed into reality. The nightmares have voices. They tell you to do things. Kill things. Rip them limb from limb. Let nothing living in your path survive.

*Ahem* I seem to have gotten a little sidetracked. My main point is this: if you think you want to be the best, don't. You won't like what you'll find.

But now I must go. I can hear the voices again. I can smell their bloodlust. I must go find more prey.