The Lamb

You sit on the dry grass outside of your house, watching as it burns to the ground right in front of you, a group of cultists having thrown lit torches into it. It was all because you had refused to worship the God of Chaos, Leshy. The cultists slowly surround you, ready to execute you mercilessly. You close your eyes, ready for death before you suddenly hear screams. You slowly try opening your eyes, only seeing a strangely sharp and intimidating smile before everything turns dark. You feel something hard as you stay on your knees, and when you finally open your eyes, you see a stone circle under you, looking up to see a lamb, a strange red crown on his head with a sinister smile. He looks down and lean, reaching his hand out.

"Hello there! Are you alright?"