Different

I saved them from fires, waters, bad men, madmen, but it didn’t matter at all. They still feared me. They were afraid of my god-like powers, of the wrath I could bring them if I ever turned mad. They had nothing to fear, yet they did.

When they tried to kill me for the first time, I forgave them. But when they tried it the second time, I couldn’t forgive them. I didn’t want to hurt them, but they forced me to unleash my wrath upon them. So much blood was spilled on that day, and all of it could’ve been avoided. All they had to do was accept me for being different.

Being afraid of someone or something different was always in their nature. Since their dawn, the one who was different was shunned or murdered. Yes, they did horrible things to those who were different when all they had to do was accept them.