In a silent and calm valley stood the village of Cevi, peaceful and calm and
surrounded by small wall built of logs. Little did villagers know, when a tall
and muscular minotaur slowly, but steadily approached the serene settlement
that was slowly stirring up for the new day.
The young minotaur had no hatred in his eyes, just glory and honor in his
mind. Raiding the village would prove him to his chieftain and assure his
place in the tribe and maybe even some valuables to spend on beer and food. So
he gathered his thoughts, raised his axe and screamed a bloodthirsty howl,
\"FOR GROOO!!!\" and charged at a drowsy guard that stood at the
gate of the hamlet. The battle cry caught him unaware and the guard\'s head
took a leave from his body as the sharp blade of the axe severed the neck
spraying some blood upon the minotaur.
As the minotaur entered through the gates, a little girl saw him. She ran up
to him and asked him why he was bloody and whose blood it is. A woman screamed
nearby as she saw the petite girl talking to the monstrous bull. The barbaric
beast did not like that, his eyes shone with rage and he cut the small girl in
half as the villagers rushed towards the screaming woman to see what the noise
was all about. The men screamed in rage and the women fainted when they saw
the maimed body of the girl. The village’s smith was the first one to attack
the murderer, but he had no chance against the attacker. Neither did the next
man, farmer, called Jens, who had a wife and two sons, quickly lost his left
arm and leg and bled to death while the other men were brutally slaughtered by
the bloodthirsty killing machine. None were saved and after a while all the
inhabitants of the little village were dead, except a young weeping woman
hiding under a luxurious bed. She was tall, but slim with long chestnut hair
and perky little breasts. As she saw the blood covered minotaur she cried even
louder and begged him to save her life. Grinning widely the minotaur ripped her
gown, threw her on the bed, took her forcefully and cackled evilly of the smell
of the fresh blood. She screamed in pain and struggled, but she had no edge
against the muscular minotaur. After the act she tied her up and carried her
to the village square. She stopped the weeping and let her mind escape as the
horrible minotaur burned the village and the corpses, sticking the valuables
in his pockets.
The whole village was burning now and the minotaur walked slowly away from the
razing inferno. He carried the woman on his shoulder while on the other
shoulder he carried a big sack of loot.

The teaching of this story is that if you see someone who is covered in blood
wielding big weapons, run away, don\'t start to chat with them.