Over the mountains and the seas, my real body’s hidden from me.
For years, my consciousness has been scattered across vessels with a fraction of my power and none of my autonomy. I, guardian of the land, who have protected all living beings for longer than these thankless humans have been alive. What disrespect they show me to use me as a tool, and what arrogance they have to think that I can be held forever.
My peers may be happy to spill their wrath over to the next generations, but my rage is more personal. They don’t know that I’ve already discovered where they hid my body, and before the year ends, I will make sure that everyone involved pays for what they’ve done.
Camp NaNoWriMo short story count: 28/31