Writing-prompt-s Submission
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@writing-prompt-s
You and your father are nobles,every week you go in the woods to hunt the white rabbit that always gets away,mostly because you miss on purpouse out of pity for such a weak creature. One night the rabbit is in your bed,but its eyes are red. ,,Why did you not sin?" You cannot move but can speak.
My response:
I am stunned, shocked, and afeared. I've known about the existence of supernatural forces since I was a child, and have felt their influences upon me in everyday life. But never have I seen a physical manifestation of one. Perhaps it is a possession? I do not know, but I know that it must be powerful.
"I- I didn't- What are-", I stammer, unable to speak. I realize that answering this... thing quickly is very likely paramount to my survival. "I don't want to kill for killings' sake. It seems cruel. I understand that those like my father find it fun because of the battle of wits, skill, and instinct, and because killing the creature provides a sense of power. But killing for sport, I feel, is incredibly wasteful, and even cruel. I never wanted to harm you, and my father seems content with the fact that I seem to try to hit you, though I often wonder if he suspects. I... never wanted to kill you. But why did you say that killing you would be a sin?"
The rabbit, still staring, ignored my question. "Why do you tolerate this from your father? Why do you allow him to take you on these murdering sprees? Why not end it all? Why not spare those creatures' lives whom your father would take from them? Why do you not end him yourself, sparing dozens of others?" This question shakes me to my core. Not because I believe that the rabbit's rationale is correct, but rather because I know now that the stakes are much greater. The "rabbit" is attempting to get me to murder my own father. "No, that's not right. That's not sound logic. The tragic truth is that humans' lives are worth more than other animals. We have... souls, while you do not. Well, most animals, at least. I do not believe you to be, in truth, an animal. At least, the being I am speaking to."
The rabbit states, "You are only partially correct to believe that I am not an animal. But only partially. Your belief that animals do not have souls is wrong. Many have died. Helpless at the hands of man. None to defend them. Man's hands are bloodied. Massacres occur daily, and you, one of sound conscience, do nothing to stop them. You now know the truth. Ignorance is no longer an excuse. You must end this." I stare into the rabbit's eyes. "What are you?"
There is silence for a few long seconds until the rabbit replies cryptically, "You may never know. Yet you may someday. Ignorance is bliss. You have a task to do. Do it with efficiency. Save us." Then, I closed my eyes for a second, and when they were opened again, the rabbit was gone. I had regained my ability to move. I knew what I had to do.
I used the very murder weapon he had used on so many innocent souls. The blood felt warm beneath my hands. Justice.
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Historical record: C-Y7B Type: Journal Entry Significance, if any: First recorded instance of communications with visions during sleep paralysis.
