"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Fet wandered his dreary home. He didn't have a stomach, didn't have a mouth, didn't have much of anything. He had a different name...a name worthy of who he used to be...be he couldn't remember what it was.
Castles...
Fabrics...
Gems...
These are just a few of the things that flitted through his very slow mind. Memories of another time and place and him...or is Fet a she...?
Fet didn't know.
Fet looked down at himself and saw what made him male and furrowed his non-existent eyebrows. What does he do with it?
Fet was a Bodak. A made Bodak. He knew this, as the Bodak that made him had a little control over him. At least until he reached full maturity for their species.
