Star (Eighth work for Inktober)

Star

 There was an odd misty fog hanging over the ground. The man who was the keeper of the star of fear stomped in his newly acquired iron-shod boots. He had taken them from some cowering lad in the last village he had encountered. The cursed star compelled him to trek across the whole land in search of town after town. The very moment that the man's feet crossed a town's gates, ragged screams and keening wails would break out amongst the people. Never before had there been fear, never before had men and women and children run with the intent of salvation. The man's face curled in a twisted smile, as his steel clad feet thudded against the ground. The lights of a small city appeared in the murky fog. A strange chuckle began in his throat. It was as if the star was saying, "now, here, this is where the fun begins." A sick clacking boom resounded across the city as two metal-covered shoes entered the city street. A discordant symphony of despair and agony and terror rings out, music to the man's ears. He raised his arms and screamed, "Witness now the power of fear!" as the people began to run out into the alleyways.