The Bronze Beast

Sweat rained off his forehead as he drew his sword. He couldn't swallow. He could barely breathe.

The bronze creature towered above him, exhaling hot and bitter breath. It had been so small before; an almost innocent creature that he had played with periodically, same as everyone else.

It had all ready consumed the others. Now, he was next. Why was he to suffer this fate?

A small voice answered.

_You shouldn't have fed it._