“Every story has monsters, we call them arrogant, each age will have their own kind”

When I first came here I was alone, with problems & shortcomings I had which I used to call stree & pressure from my competitors, but you could still talk to them. However, they were all to fade away ushering in a stone & metal age where arrogants lived, like kings, with their people who used to keep them jealous & powerful. You could not understand anything clouded by problems & mishaps, their motive of blood sport & hunting down, wasn’t really apparent because of where I came from! Now what was I supposed to do or fight, I had no combat ability or experience or the heart or mind for such an atrocity, arrogant’s people were everywhere even inside my house. So, I grew older from the ashes of my mother, hiding from them, avoiding the confrontations they yearned for, just the pleasure of the kill, the adventure of the chase. Over 11 years of treading the low path they came to question me about whether I would die for them or die in combat. I kept my silence and with my learnt art of indirection & energy of my soul, I started fighting them from bottom up. They were all frail & diseased as I soon discovered maybe dying for their arrogant king already, whom I was about to fight…