The Tales of a Sheep Killer
Kwoo tossed and turned in his sleep. He was profusely sweating, despite wearing nothing but a pair of red pants. He was sleeping on a simple brown robe sprawled out on the grass between a cluster of trees. He dreamed of sheep. Sheep burning alive until they went to ash and the fire extinguished. From the ashes arose a single sheep.
“My name is Bah,” it said as it approached him, with complete darkness in the background.
Kwoo looked down to his hands to find them covered in blood. He looked back at Bah, “You can speak?”
“Of course I can, human. You wronged my kind, now you must seek repentance.”
The sheep spoke to Kwoo, instructing him on how he could correct his offenses. He talked of Lance Waltham, the man who owned the sheep that Kwoo had killed a moon before. As he spoke of Waltham, his tone shifted towards anger. He told the wizard that Waltham treated his fellow sheep very poorly. The vivid white of the sheep began to fade. In his final moments he asked that Kwoo free the remaining sheep under Waltham’s possession.