"My son," Came a whisper, from a feline creature standing atop a pond situated deep inside a mountain's crater, "Now that you're born, you need to know one thing."
"We exist to serve as a gatekeeper, even if you'll be forgetting it shortly after. However, hammer it into the very core of your existence.." The voice whispered, "We live, here! And we die, here!"
Gah!
The baby Roshmon burst out of the cage inhibiting its motion and surveyed the outside world. Even though it didn't know anything at the moment, it felt something was strange.
There was a nagging feeling in its mind, that it was supposed to do something, to guard something. But instinctively, it knew that it wasn't where it was supposed to do its duty. And that…stressed its developing mind.
KYAaaAAA!
It let out a sharp screech, a cry in pain, causing the whiskers on its face to shudder like the strings of a violin and produce a melodramatic tune.
