Ravager’s good day

When I was first used in a raid, after the captain of our outpost was slaughtered, our chests looted, and the flags taken.
It went like always, us failing, villagers celebrating, and the hero mocking us with our loot. Horrible. But it wasn’t over, no, just the beginning. There were patrols planned at midnight, more people killed, and more anger and sadness to us. We only wanted to experiment with powers, but they exiled us, never seen again. I decided I would not tolerate it anymore. I was going to escape.
==Escaping==
So I waited for hours and hours, hearing ‘hrms’ and ‘harr’s and breathing of other ravagers, seeing maps of attack plans, crossbows being loaded and shot. Until no one was in the stables anymore. Some lazy Pillager left the gate open, allowing me to leave the large and dirty stable. After leaving,I pondered what I would do next as a big, bad, and heavy creature.
I knew that I could explore the land outside, or trash the village. Thoughts of ice plains, thick trees, sandy deserts, the ocean, or other dimensions filled my mind. But every time I thought of those, I saw a village, which brought hate filled, sad, and horrible, nightmares and memories. I was no longer curious, but angry. I rushed into the village, killing everyone, breaking their doors, and breaking the lights. In only one hour, I had destroyed the village. That wasn’t enough for me, I wanted to see the hero in despair. Yet I had to go home by sunset.
==POWER==
The hero, somehow was aware that something happened, and when he arrived, I saw him sobbing on his knees. I felt not sorry, but powerful, he yelled at the top of his lungs, that he would kill whoever was responsible for the death of his village. I hid away in the bushes, hoping he would not find me, as I was wounded badly from the attack. “I SEE YOU! DON’T THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY!” Apparently he saw me in the bushes, when I knew, I had crushed them, my mask. But I charged at him so hard, that he died from the blow. Pathetic, so I escaped the village even before they came. But I took one last look at the gore, blood spillage, and rubble, not regretting it.
==BETRAYAL==
The next day, our new captain seemed angry, as he angrily yelled at the various illagers of and why they ruined the village. He even yelled at the ravagers, but while he was scolding me, my tender said, “I saw some bloodshed and scars I didn’t see before, and the footsteps and wreckage, can only be done by a ravager.” So he accused me of the problem and it was found that I did it.But I thought my caretaker was one of the nicest people I have seen, and he betrayed me. I was going to be executed for this. It saddened me. But I bit my caretaker hard until he died. All the illagers all stabbed and shot me with arrows, chopped me with axes and harmed me with magic. I found my fellow ravagers staring at me dying, But they were so pathetic and weak, as they died so easily, yet I now had to kill my friends, I felt even more horrible. And finally the king, he pleaded mercy, I wanted to go. But it just was too late, I took...
One...
Last...
Bite. 
And I was free. But now everyone hates me, yet I just stroll around the world. As my curious side says.
Category:Creepypasta