Peace Broken

The Path of Peace was one of surprise.  My dreams had been filled with many fantasies of how best to fulfill my duty.  A river of poison, the sacrifice of livestock, the spoiling of food stores.  What was presented to me was such a gift that I knew it was providence.  The image of how to destroy the peace formed in my mind clearly, sharply.  As I made it a reality, there was not even a sign of my presence until the very end when there was a small enough hint that I could shift focus to another enemy.  Perhaps the river will run red with blood, rather than fill with poison.

Next for my part is to destroy hope.  Again in my mind's eye I can see such a display as to embed the Destroyer in their heart and minds for their short time that is left.  It will be hollow them, making them ripe for the oblivion to come.