Short Story: The Golden Rapton

Short Story: The Golden Rapton

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Sometimes that scary beast is not a one-of-a-kind animal. Sometimes, it’s just a special form of what is, quite honestly, a very common creature. That’s the case here. It’s not some massive eight-headed snake, or seven-tailed dog.

It’s a Rapton. Those reptiles used by the Legion of the Doomlaxen. But bigger. Bigger, and golden. Oh, I know you don’t believe me now, but wait until it attacks your house and kills your children.

Oh, you can accuse me of it. Say I murdered them and let one into my house to finish the job. But it was the Golden Rapton, I tell you. It killed them!

Don’t you see the wounds on my arm? It’s going to follow me, don’t you see? Finish me off, and kill you once it’s finished! Then everyone in this Gods-forsaken village will be dead!

And now you call be blasphemer! Well wait until that Rapton gets here! Then you’ll see that the Gods have forsaken you all! And if it doesn’t come soon, it will eventually! And you’ll all be dead! And your precious temple! You can say goodbye to that!

But it seems you don’t have to wait! There it is now. Isn’t it shiny? Oh so shiny. And fierce. Look at those teeth. Soon they’ll be tearing you apart.

Here it comes now. That’s right, panic. It will still catch you. It’s fast, you see. Oh, very fast. It’s got someone already. And there goes a house. Smashed in an instant.

It’s killing you all now. Every one of you.

But not me? Why not me? Am I not worthy? Am I here to lead it around, so that where I go, it goes? If that’s the case, then there are places I must go. People I must see.

And while you all breathe your last breath, I’ll be going, leading the Golden Rapton to its next feast.

Enjoy your last moments as your relatives are ripped to shreds, and your blood stains the ground.

I’ll be going now. I may be mad, but you know the Golden Rapton exists, and so do I. Let’s see who else believes, shall we?

Now, goodbye. I hope the Gods forgive you for treating me so.

And now, whenever the golden-haired, grey-clothed man covered in bloodstains appears in a village, the inhabitants will flee. And those who escape in time always hear the screams of their fellow villagers who did not believe the legend of the Golden Rapton…