A Future Feast

The Chef found me. We ate many different things. Different tastes. Different smells. The chef makes this his tribute to the Ravager. I ate them only to make them disappear. He spoke of glory and deeds. A blaze across the lands. A river of blood. There is another, he says. A great one. One who can go to high heights. I hope to use this one. Perhaps he will be the last one I kill. We shall see how great he is.