Don't Fear The Beast

There was once a beast, so foul and wretched, who roamed the lands of a grey and lifeless land. It's body was large and monstrous, and easily blocked out the sun as it went on its way, it's arms, so long and spindly eased its travels, for it was without legs, though a tail that was the length of its body trailed beneath it, curled at the tip so it didn't touch the dead land. The beast wandered seemingly without aim, but unknown to the world was that the beast was put upon this lifeless land with a purpose.

Though the land was not completely void of life. Every now and again it would come across small villages, with no more than ten humans at each time. They did not speak, simply grunted and snarled at one another, their bodies covered with scraps of leather from the few cows in the dry fields around them. The beast had avoided these places, for when they saw its putrid form, they would scream and cry and run it away from their homes, but the beast was a naturally curious creature. It approached the village, and all who saw it fled for their lives, hiding in the piles of mud they called homes. But one stayed. A small child, barely the size of one of the beasts toes. It stared at him, eyes full of wonder and did what no other had done before. It smiled at the beast. For a moment they stared at each other, though the beasts face had no features but a large gaping mouth.

A roar was heard and the beat was come over with a sudden pain in its large belly, it recoiled and the child screamed out, not in fear, but in worry for the hideous creature. A spear protruded from its leathery underbelly, courtesy of the chief of the village, the metal tip tearing the flesh and bringing forth a torrent of colored blood. The beast convulsed and when the villagers thought it was about to drop to the floor dead, it opened its grotesque mouth. It made a strange gurgling noise and its stomach rippled. What followed left the villagers in awe. Colour spewed from the beasts mouth, a rainbow that contained shades of every colour imaginable shining in the light. It poured onto the village, the humans and the land around it. How could something so evil looking create such a thing of beauty? The humans eyes filled with tears as the colour seemed to be absorbed into the land, sprigs of green grass growing from the dirt. The near death animals were reinvigorated into young, colourful balls of life. The crops, once withered and forgotten grew tall and fat with fruits and vegetables that would feed the village for months upon months. No longer was this village devoid of life, no longer was the landscape grey and dull.

The beast was fulfilling its purpose. It was bringing life to this world, and without even waiting for thanks, for the beast knew that it would get none, it turned its monstrous body and left, fading into the rest of the grey. The beast was not done, it still had the rest of the world to save, and no matter how much the humans feared and hated it, it would carry on its mission until the day it died.