My name is Xunzi. I'm crazy, and it seems the guard just captured me. Since you're the only one  So, I think that I- I should tell you the story of what happened. So, it started out a long time ago, like a  long time ago.

We were twins. Our clan has been having a set of twins every 10,000 years, one of us evil, and the other good. I’m the evil one, The only thing I held sacred was my brother. He was the only thing I wouldn’t kill. That’s ah, less than expected of most... but baby steps!. Whatever. We grew up well. We were treated with great kindness and reverence, even though we were children. Soon after, we were put in our places in society, I was feared and Mencius was loved.  I smiled as people jumped from my path, unlike the annoying crowds of people that always surrounded him. He loved it! They showered him with gifts, things like gold, silver, and ivory. They showered me with sacrifices. Things like money, animal carcasses, and Iron. They were all around him for good luck. And the ones by me were there out of fear. Anyway, we were out and about being ourselves, enjoying our cushy lives and we saw a large scroll on the kitchen table. Dad told us to leave his stuff alone. he did, but I didn’t. I wanted to know why dad kept on that scroll on the table to himself. He wanted us to retain our innocence. But, Innocence is ignorance with a pleasant smile. It was a prophecy saying that one of us would die by the other’s hand! I despise that man for what he kept from us, he thought that prophecy couldn’t be avoided, so he kept it from us. One of us still died. But he didn’t die by my hand.  I tossed aside the scroll after I read the part about killing each other. After I stormed off, he read the rest.  It was told to our people for generations that one day, the prophesized twins would come, one good and the other evil. A black fox, and a white one. That they would be treated like kings, trained vigorously and prepared for the true battle of good and evil. Obviously, the entire village wanted Mencius to win. He was good after all, and I was… Myself. Evil. I was evil.  We were trained by the finest warriors of the land, taught the weak points of each other's body and mind. I was told to stab a random civilian. Mom told my brother to try and keep you alive. She said that I would be nicer then. Too bad we never got to fight. You know I really wanted to fight Mencius. I just wish it wouldn’t have been to the death. I couldn't kill him, he was my brother. Woulda stabbed the crap out of that civilian though... Anyway, we were still kids. We still played together, He would feed the squirrels little pieces of bread and acorns… I would kill and eat the squirrels that he fed. We were living the sweet life. He and I loved each other, even after reading that stupid prophecy. He and I had planned to throw the prophecy awry. We were going to run away for the week we were supposed to fight, and come back when it was over. but Lady Luck had a different plan for us. The forest attack. It still sticks in my memory like a dagger. It stays in my mind, unable to be removed. Untreatable. A disease of the soul, now that is a disease that can't be cured.  helping mother gather berries, acorns, other such delicious treats. Dad was teaching me that the fat squirrels (That he fed) were the slowest, and that we could catch them and bring them back to the village.  Well, Mother and Mencius were ambushed by hunters from a nearby human village. He decided to fight back but Mother held strong to her pacifistic oath. He gave her enough time to escape, but… He didn’t. They killed my brother and brought his body back to the village for a meal. But, of course, one fox can’t feed a village. Father and I were ambushed as well, but it was the opposite for us. Dad told me to run. He was a wonderful mage, even so, he couldn’t take them all. He sacrificed himself. In an explosion of fire, Dad, the hunters, and a square mile of trees were gone. All that was left was the faint smell of burnt flesh and a smoldering pile of ash where dad once was. He knew what he was doing. He was a violent man, ready to sacrifice himself for anything that he believed in. He KNEW what was going to happen! I headed back to the village, only to realize that Mom and Mencius weren’t there. I searched through those woods, searching for her. Yet all I found was my dear brother's body collapsed in a clearing, full of celebrating humans. My Mother, bleeding, still begging for her life as they cooked her son before her very eyes. I watched angry and scared as the skinned her, and put her on the spit with my brother. I knew what had to be done. My family was dead. 

Revenge.

 Revenge.

 Revenge.

 My mind would race as the bled onto the ground, my fur soaked with the blood of their brethren. They saw the look in my eyes. I didn’t know it then, but now I know it all to well. Every human that I see. Every scared victim of my misdirected malice. They see that burning hatred in my eyes. I can put up a facade, a mask of sorts to hide how I truly feel, but it there in the back of my mind it sits. That horrible, sickening feeling of loss, regret, and pure malice. She was such a sweet gentle woman! She didn’t deserve what happened to her! She could’ve survived, but I was with dad. But I decided that picking berries were for the people that ate them. That Mencius was weak for following her. I know realize what a mistake I’ve made and I can’t take that back. So, I hate her attackers, her murderers. I have good reason to. Yet he...  he just forgave them. there he was, barely living, impaled on a cooking spit... and he told me to leave. To forgive for what they had done to us. "Revenge only leads to more revenge. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind." He told me. His clouded eyes watched as the tears rolled down my face. Those cold, unblinking eyes stared when I killed them all. I made sure they suffered. I made sure they suffered the same way my brother did, the same way my Mother did. I soon headed back to my village, or what was left of it. As I walked through that forest I smelt it before I saw it. The smoke. They had found out what I had done, and burned our village to the ground. I saw them standing there, among the piles of ash and charred corpses. With tears in my eyes, I killed them all. I maimed, slashed, stabbed, my blade sang through the air. It sang a song of loss, of love and of revenge. It sang my story, an ode to Xensui. The screams of humans complemented the sound of a blade cutting through flesh. The tortured horrors, followed by the crackling of flame, and a clash as a human child wailed for his mother. A village burned to the ground, the same as mine. A woman decapitated, a man drawn and quartered, and a single human-sized fox standing in the middle of it all. Covered in blood, gore, and various bits of debris... he screamed his brother's name. 

The symphony was beautiful