[ WP ] A young man faces Fear incarnate to determine his worth as a man

Vrees is a beast of many parts, that's how I'd describe it. Chittering and chattering, it's jaws like that of an insect gnashed at me. From a distance it had looked huge, it's lion like legs each the thickness of tree trunks. Now though, up close, it was tiny. 
 
 Writhing angrily it sought to dissuade my hand, threatening to cut, to rend and slice. It was nothing but a moody Caterpillar I thought suddenly elated. 
 
 I had come here to fight fear itself and I won, just by approaching the beast I had proved myself brave. Every step shrinking the snake scaled body, every second staring into it's hawk like eyes reducing it to this. 
 
 Ouch! 
 
 I drew away my hand, `` Even the smallest knife still holds and edge'' I chuckled to myself. With an at hand rock I took revenge for my palm, crushing it. Bringing the rock down on the now pasted form again and again, ensuring it's demise. 
 
 Looking out from the cave it was still light, but I had tired from the trek, from the emotional battle with Vrees. So drowsily I took a seat in the cave and spent the night recuperating for the journey home. 
 
 The morning light woke me, my eyes stinging as I shaded them. I stood lifting myself on my palms, ignoring the pain from the small nick I had received and immediately set off home. 
 
 The route was pleasant, the warmth of the air made me feel as if I walked wrapped in a thick fur. With joy in my heart and a bounce in my step I quickly made the journey home. A journey that ended in an all but empty clearing. 
 
 Where my village once stood there was only smoldering twigs. Body parts, arms, legs, heads littered the area, all twisted and bloody. The ground itself was a mixture of charred black and deep crimson. I wretched and sank to my knees. 
 
 Gone? My family, my friends, my wife to be? 
 
 `` ANYOOONNEEE'' My voice echoed out like the wolves who howled at the moon. Tears streaked my face as I realised my reason for living was gone. While I had gone to face fear itself, someone had taken my reason for doing so from me. 
 
 `` POINTLESS, STUPID, WORTHLESS'' I punched the ground with each bitter word, my bones cracking and hands bleeding. 
 
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 They found me, two days later, sat in my own vomit. Concerned that I had been gone so long. They told the village I'd been sat in the cave, gaunt, sobbing. My hands a mess of broken bone, bloody stumps. 
 
 `` Veriles, Veriles'' They called out to me again and again, but I could not hear. 
 
 From somewhere deeper in the cave a moth appeared, fluttering down it landed on the sobbing head of a once great warrior. Cleaning its scaly front paws then taking flight out into the setting sun. 
 
 Edit - little mistakes corrected.
