A group of human warriors had made a camp near woods, the smoke from their campfire rising high into the dark night sky. It was a strange thing, that darkness felt so soft and tender although the whole world was in turmoil. And even though the gods were going mad and perishing, the natural order of things still remained in place like how they have been designed since the dawn of time. Still, it held barely any comfort at all. A sun may rise, tides would wash the shores, night would come after day, but all this was almost meaningless. Since the deities were going berserk and nobody knew why, the mortals had pointed their blades against each other, blaming everyone else for this world-wide tragedy. And so it was that these human warriors were traveling around, ridding the land of creatures they had deemed wicked and unholy. It was their sacred mission.

They didn't realize that somebody was watching them from the cover of darkness. Hiding among the trees was a young centaur, Kamia. He observed the human camp they had set downhill, plotting and waiting. Kamia was already carrying hatred and desire for revenge in his heart, but as he heard the humans laugh and sing while they were drinking, he got even more infuriated. Humans thought of his race as savage beasts, but in Kamia's eyes, they were the true monsters here. These people, they had slain Kamia's tribe, eradicating them from this world completely. But against all odds, there had been one centaur that had survived the massacre: Kamia.

He could still see it vividly in his head. There they had been, his tribe, just dancing and singing and drinking wine, celebrating life itself. Who could have known it would become the death's festivity instead. A group of human warriors had suddenly appeared from the woods at night and invaded the current encampment of centaurs, catching them completely off guard. The first few of Kamia's brothers fell before anyone was even aware of what was happening. But after the initial shock, the centaurs grabbed their weapons and fought back. They were proud and brave warriors, but their fate was sealed; there were too many enemies. However, the centaurs fought until bitter end, fleeing the battle was seen as ultimate disgrace. The humans managed to strike down every centaur and they ignited the flame that would then devour it all.

But Kamia was miraculously still clinging to life. Just like everyone else, he had fought against humans with all his might, but at some point he lost his consciousness after a hit to his head. This ended up saving him, because humans thought he was dead. He had fallen near the edge of centaur encampment, a little bit away from it so he even survived the engulfing fire. Hours later, when the sun was rising to the sky, Kamia awakened, surprised that he was still alive. He had bleeding wounds on his body and a painful headache, but otherwise, he was alright. He got onto his feet and looked at the remains of all death and destruction that had happened during the night. It made him furious and he swore to get revenge.

The young vengeful centaur had tracked down the humans who attacked his tribe. He ran fast with the wind, faster than any human could ever be. For this reason it didn't take long for Kamia to catch up with the group of human warriors and he followed them, spying and observing, looking for a perfect moment to strike. And now, here he was, standing at the tree line and watching the people he wanted to see dead. He decided that tonight he would make his move and it was going to be a strong one; he would mow down as many people as he could. Most likely he wouldn't survive against all these human warriors, there were still many of them even after the clash against the centaur tribe, but Kamia didn't fear for his life. He simply wanted to deliver vengeance and make it hurt as much as he could. Tonight, human blood would be spilled, staining the ground red. Kamia just hoped he would make them bleed enough for his fallen brothers to be pleased.

For a while Kamia stood in the shadows, his black fur blending into the darkness perfectly, and calculated his actions. He let the humans drink their wine; drunken men would be easier to deal with. There were still a few people standing in guard, taking them down as quickly as possible so they wouldn't have time to alert the others would play into Kamia's advantage. Attacking surprised and intoxicated warriors weren't really the style centaurs fought, they would rather face their enemies head on and preferring that the opponent wasn't hindered by something like inebriation. But Kamia hoped that this once, his brothers would forgive him for going to strike their enemies like that.

A tender breeze started to blow, caressing Kamia's hair. He closed his eyes for a moment and let the wind empower his body. It seemed like it was time. The last battle of his life was about to begin. He recalled in his mind all the fondest memories he had of his brothers, letting their power surge through his body. They had been a peaceful tribe, not fighting anyone without a good reason. And still, they had been eliminated, like vile beasts, just because humans thought they were monsters. The whole world was in the clutches of madness and humans were one of the maddest races of them all. Kamia hadn't forgotten his wrath for a single minute, but now it was coursing in his veins stronger, burning like fire he had to release upon his enemies. Now, he would bring death.

Kamia opened his eyes again and they flared with determination. He raised his fist and pounded it against his chest a few times; this was the salute centaurs made before heading into battle. It was meant to be a mark of respect to God of Beasts, the one deity most centaurs worshipped. But just like all the other gods, God of Beasts had vanished as well, and wouldn't answer to any prayers the young centaur would make. But it didn't really matter to Kamia, he was about to surrender his life just to gain some justice. He prepared his bow and was about ready to go. Normally at this point centaurs would blow on horns to let their foes know they were coming, but Kamia hoped that for this once, he was allowed to initiate the fight in a more cowardly way. Then he took the leap and started to gallop downhill, heading to the camp of humans.

Just like many other centaurs, Kamia was an excellent archer. From the cover of darkness, he set the first arrow to his bow and shot at one of the men guarding. The arrow hit him in the head and he died instantly, but this didn't go unnoticed by another watchman. But before they really had time to comprehend what was happening, Kamia shot another arrow, hitting the guard in the neck, piercing it. He gurgled a little bit before he fell, his blood gushing to the ground. It was merely the first taste of all the blood that would be spilled that night. There were two more guards a little farther away from the two Kamia had felled, but that was no problem for him with his excellent archery skills. The centaur was able to shoot one of the remaining guards to his back, the sharp arrow piercing his body. It wasn't an immediate death like with the other two and now the last guard got alerted soon enough that he could notify the rest of the warriors. Kamia was fine with this, for now, the true battle would begin.

Kamia switched his bow to a sword as he dashed right into the heart of the human camp. Some of the people were still trying to understand what was happening, the wine clouding their minds. Most were able to get up and ready their weapons, but there were a few unfortunate ones that had been so intoxicated that Kamia was able to stomp them on the ground. His hoofs were another weapon for him and he could do nasty damage to those that were on his way. With a great speed he galloped around the camp, forcing the human warriors to remain scattered. Whenever they were close to him, Kamia would swing his blade, attempting to bring down his enemies.

A couple of men were able to shoot arrows at him, hitting the centaur to the side of his horse's body. But it was alright, he quickly surmised in his mind that was in a frenzy; no vital organs were hit yet, it was just pain and he could tolerate it. But he had to be careful, a lethal shot could come anytime, and he didn't want to leave this plane of existence before he had taken as many humans with him as he could. He galloped towards two archers that were trying to get a good aim at him. Kamia swung his blade at them, but missed as they both jumped away from his way. The other one lost his balance and fell to the ground and Kamia didn't waste this opportunity and stomped him to death. Meanwhile someone had tried to sneakily attack him from behind, but Kamia noticed his presence and kicked hard with his hind legs. It felt like he had just crushed the man's ribcage. Then the centaur was on the move again, trying his best to remain agile and sustain as little damage as he could.

After the initial surprise, the humans started to get a hold of themselves and formed a formation. They were trying to surround the centaur and formed a circle around him. Kamia was able to figure out what their plan was, but he didn't mind it as he thought he could also use it to his advantage. He didn't fear the spears or swords; he wasn't trying to get out alive. The circle of humans was shrinking, but the centaur faced them head on and he handled his sword in a swift and deadly manner. The three people he had just targeted were all ready for the clash and they used their swords well in order to deflect the centaur's mighty swings. Meanwhile some spearmen managed to get close enough to Kamia that they could strike their spears into his flesh. Kamia thrashed and kicked like a wild crazed horse, gaining a little bit more space between him and some human warriors as they didn't want to get crushed by his hoofs, they had already claimed a few victims that night.

Then it came: the decisive strike. One of the men pierced Kamia's torso with a spear, successfully staggering him for a brief moment. A handful of his enemies saw this as an opportunity and were quick to attack with their weapons. The centaur's flesh was getting slashed from all directions, his blood flowing out and dyed the ground red. Still Kamia managed to muster strength to fight, even though he was mortally wounded. A few more times his deadly blade swung and wounded some of his enemies. He even kicked a couple of times, and was able to strike those that were unfortunately behind him. He fought so hard, but he was now badly wounded, lost too much blood. He wobbled a little bit before his body fell to the ground.

He had fallen, but he was satisfied. He had ended as many human lives as he could, for his deceased brothers. He had brought great honor to his tribe, reminding these two-legged devils that centaurs won't go down without a fight. He regretted nothing and now, he would join his brothers in the afterlife.

One of the humans cut Kamia's head off, ultimately killing him. Then they just left his corpse there to rot, and there was no respect for a fallen warrior. In their eyes, he was just a monster, a beast, an abomination, and didn't deserve any admiration.

Sometimes it was the people who were the real fiends.