They reached out with their power and woke it roughly. Blinking in the glaring light, it stared at its masters, filled with a desire to destroy. As his senses woke up and attuned themselves to the world, it felt the desire to kill and feed so strongly it’s body writhed and quivered with anticipation. “Your name is Matwau, the Enemy. You are the enemy of happiness, the enemy to this world. You know your purpose,” the most evil of the gods said. The quiet steps of two separate humans, a male and a female, reached the Matwau’s ears. Dancing with anticipation, he regarded his masters, waiting for permission to act. The gods smiled. “Go, Matwau. Fulfill your purpose.” *** I closed the journal. Taos. The Matwau had been born, and made his first kill in Taos. That was why he refused to move the location of the battle despite the issue of the prairie dogs. I knew that had to be the reason. A special power. The dark gods said that place would hold special power for the Matwau.
