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I arranged our entry with two shabby-looking guards at the gate. At first, they were simply laughing and asking whoever was really talking to them to come out of hiding. It took a while to convince them, and when I got permission, they told me to go see the mages, who were in charge of the camp. Mage.... I would come to hate that word.

It was extremely humiliating, going through the fields of human crops. Peasants with sickles goggled mindlessly at us, most of them with a sneer on their faces. Typical human behavior. I had to remind myself many times that we needed their help. After passing through another wooden gate (a favorite architectural design of humans, I suppose) we saw a large city encased in the interface of a cliff. Seven old humans in robes were there to meet us - six of them wearing blue, one in red.

Greetings, lords. We are here to seek aid in exterminating a menace to both us and, eventually, you, I said to the minds of the mages.

After a long and tedious description of the problem, the robed humans looked at each other with a dubious look on their faces. Then the red-garbed one said, "Ahh, let me do it, Saturas. There's a group of the buggers in my camp who just won't die." The blue robes shrugged and asked the red, whose name was apparently Denugorn, if this was necessary.

"Ahh, you think the damned things will leave?? No, best to exterminate the vermin." He said. The six blue-robes backed off. Something was wrong. Red pulled out a red stone with markings on it, and an orange fuzzy ball appeared over it in his hand.

Gihanfkjajjlan mianfga... NO!!!!!!!! my mind screamed, and suddenly I was on the roof of the building that was on the middle of the lake in the camp. I turned just in time to see Red throw a ball of fire at my comrades, those who I had come to know so well, and many of whom I had walked halfway across the world with. It spread in a wave-like pattern, and I saw my entire nation decimated in less than three seconds. One of the blue robes made a comment about the smell it would make.

I sat, too flooded with hatred, rage and sorrow to move. Red drank from a yellow bottle, and said that he might as well get the flies while he was at it, the hell-sent insects. That was the last straw.

Now, I pity the fact that I can't write this out in more detail. They are almost here.

Denugorn the genocidist walked out of the camp, trailed closely by Yrenvan, the revenge-seeking meatbug. He casually - the immoral piece of scavenger excrement - pulled out the same stone he had used to kill my kin, and fire another shot at the bloodflies. All except five went down in burning flames.

"Neehh?? Waste of my time... bloody insects." the mage said. He readied his spell again... and then, I focused all the spiritual power I had gained over my years... and sent it to attack the murderer's brain. Me, being a simple meatbug, could not hope to wound, let alone, kill, a strong human... but it caused a sharp pain in his head, and he put his hands up against his head to stifle the small sting... the last thing he ever did.

Even in death, he took away from me. He took away the joy of revenge I would have attained had I killed him myself. I can only assume that the spirit he had drank prior to leaving had addled his brain... for he forgot to douse his fire stone, and when he put up the hand in which he was holding it, he killed himself instantly.

Ouch.

Not that he didn't deserve it, or anything.

Well, at least I could have the pleasure of desecrating his corpse with one of his own spells. I had learned to read a fair bit of human over the years, and was sure that he, as a mage, would have a few scrolls. After rummaging through his pack for a while, I came across one in which the illustration was a large circle growing smaller as it went down over a green background. Looking at the idiot (you have to be looking at the target, I've learned), I recited the words. When I only had one last, and difficult word left, I heard a buzzing above me. Great. A bloodfly, at a time like this. I said the last words and waited for the bloodfly to burn up. Grinning inside as the bloodfly stood unmoving, I looked back at the scroll and noticed, for the first time, the title of the spell at the top. It said 'Shrink Monster'. Then, I looked down at the spell words.. and noticed that the last one I mispronounced.

In the language of magic that the scroll was written in, the word legauborm was the last word, meaning 'shrink' in the magic language. I had said 'legubark'. In the language of magic, that meant 'grow'.

Crap.

Reluctantly, I turned around to see one monster of a bloodfly looking down at me. The things eyes were nearly as big as my entire body.... then I ran, as fast as my stubby ten legs could carry me.... but not without sparing a glance back first. The bloodfly was draining the blood from the body of the mage. Both my wishes for the human had been done, but both by my enemies. I cursed to myself.

...So, after that, I built myself a small home in the rock near the New Camp. One spring day, I walked out and looked across what I now called the pond of sorrow, adjacent to the abandoned huts in which we once lived. There were only a few bloodflies on the opposite shore, but they were big. Not as big as the fly I cast the spell on; they were only about half the size. I guess the big one must have put the 'godzilla' gene into all its children.

The only thing I had accomplished was the annihilation of my race, the accidental death of a mage, and the sudden big increase in the size of a blood-sucking insect.

Why me?

To whoever finds this, go to my small home in the rock wall. There you will find the map and guide to the colony by Galion, who I put some of the responsibility on for this disaster. He surely must have seen the flies across the river. Fool. Ahh... here they come. Ever since I took a step outside my rock dwelling, a group of three bloodflies have been stalking me. I suppose I must have some kind of special aura, and that they believe they can gain some of my spiritual power by killing me. I may surprise them yet. Well... now, I place all my hopes in the meatbug colony in the Old Camp. As far as I know, they are all that remain of the species... I ask one favor of you, and that is to deliver these documents to whatever groups of meatbugs may remain in this world.

Now those winged piles of guts see me. Think I'll be an easy target, eh? We'll see. Yes, come on over here... this is Yrenvan, meatbug seer extraordinaire, signing out.

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Near this document were the old, rotted corpses of several bloodflies and a meatbug. There was a holy feel about them.

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