This piece is a short story from Thanos' point of view. In reference to the movie

Avengers: Infinity War

and mixed in with the writer's imagination

From the author's point of view Thanos is a very human villain. He is like a hero. that every action is done for others Only that action is not in line with human principles. That makes that good thing become evil.

He firmly believes that this harsh place can be made more beautiful only by reducing life in the universe. He does everything Including transcending the principles of humanity. Abandon compassion for others. and their own feelings behind

The author has never read the comic version of Thanos before. Because of that This short fiction will therefore be an interpretation of the characters from the author's point of view only.

Hopefully this piece of writing will be a perspective that will entertain you.

Have fun with the story.

(narrated from Thanos' point of view)

I was born on a barren star. Thousands of people live around me. Clinging together into a group and live together in hunger on a starving planet

I used to wonder why there was never enough food for all of us. I grow up with questions that become more apparent every day.

One day I looked up at the stars in the sky.

I asked him why I had to be born on a star full of suffering.

Ask him why I have such a large body and ugliest face than anyone else's.

The stars shine brightly in the night sky. Give a gentle answer The sound was carried by the wind.

Because you are my destiny.

The stars' answers created doubts in my heart.

Am I destined to be different?

And what about the suffering that I am experiencing? Is it something that can be destined to happen?

I asked him, this time there was no answer. Just the sound of the wind whistling in the air. With the cold wind that cuts into my skin like a knife.

Our village is weakened. My mother was so skinny that she used all her blood to sustain me.

I grow up strongly

I began my journey around the stars. Explore every nook and cranny that you can enter. to find a more fertile settlement than before Find hope in a dry area from hope like this.

shortly after the trip I found a lot of fruit and food hidden on the mountain. many small trees It blossomed hard in this painful cold. Its fruit was as red as the sun. Its flavor was sweet and juicy, as if it had been inspired by heaven.

I returned to the village happily. I wanted to share this joyful news with everyone, but the person I most desired to receive what I had encountered was no longer there for me to see.

My mother is left with only a pile of rubble beneath the earth. The only evidence that she was once alive It was a piece of wood with her name carved into the dirt.

I was late and couldn't save her.

But I know that there are many people who are still struggling. they need help But at that time, those many people could not compare to my mother's single life.

I lost my identity with the death of my mother. If resources are sufficient My mother's life would not have ended so miserably.

I'm the only one who can bring that to them.

Save them from having to go through the path I had to go through. I rose from the sad cold.

On that day, I decided not to shed any more tears. Even just one drop

There is no time to waste in reminiscing about those who have passed away.

People still have to move on. and always diligently remember That just the wind can easily snatch the last breath from the tip of our nose.

Right now, I am the only hope for this village.

Let us all go through the days and nights when the wind blows at our doorsteps.

I went and told the old man about the secret and fertile place. With the innocence of a child

I thought he would be delighted and quickly move away from this barren area. To where the wind of death blows softly

The old man turned his face full of anger. on the wrinkles of aging Speak loudly, as if wanting to shout.

“You really want us to die, don't you? I left that place and came here because there was nothing left.”

I don't understand those words. Answer from the mouth of an old man I listened to it with trepidation. But he still hasn't given up on his efforts. I announced our dream location to the entire village.

That day I became their hope, and the next day, just overnight. Everything was turned upside down.

I have become just a liar with a dream. Just because they had never seen what I saw.

That night, once again, I looked up at the sky. Look at the stars that shine across the sky.

I asked him Why have I become a liar? Even though I tried to speak only the truth

The stars shine Its soft light shone brightly in the darkness. The same gentle voice floated with the wind.

Because you are my destiny.

The same answer repeated. The cold wind felt like a knife as it passed by. Its sharp edge cut painfully into my skin. But at the same time, I felt comfort. I closed my eyes. Swallow the pain back down

My palms were covered with blood. A lot of blood mixed together until it turned black. The children looked at me with fear, their eyes filled with hatred.

When I stood among thousands of corpses The smell of blood spread everywhere. The taste of rust spread throughout my mouth. I gasped.

Look at what I've done.

Look at the flames that burn on my hometown.

The fire that I lit with my hands

Somewhere in the flames is the fire that is burning my mother's grave.

It will soon fizzle out. And it is like the cycle of nature.

Soon young seedlings will shoot up. and the forest will become green again. The ash is buried and becomes one with the earth.

Clear water dripped onto the thick blood. The dark red color was chosen to be replaced by tears. That flows like raindrops that want to wash away everything.

I've already done it.

Free them from this dark hellland.

From endless suffering

I finally understood.

It is not because nature does not provide us with enough food. But it is us because we have too much that nature cannot support it.

No matter how many places you move to The abundance there will be destroyed. And there is only one way to stop this vicious cycle.

It's me.

I am destined

But now everything will be in balance again.

No one will be hurt.

No one will go hungry.

Even the dead were freed.

I'm the only one who's hurting. for all of them

The wind was as cold as a knife. Gently rubbed along the body's surface. As if wanting to comfort But at the same time it was shattered into pieces.

I no longer look up to the stars that shine in the sky. Crossing down to look at the ground covered in blood It reflected back on my face. The face of a dark nightmare Torrential rain that no one wants

Her eyes were like burning steel. The flames burned fiercely within. And just for a few seconds I can see the pain from the cold wind in there.

She's just like me. It's like I can't let her go. My face is in her eyes When that little face stared at me Emerald cheeks covered in soot.

At that time, I was sure that I had discovered the shadow on the other side of the mirror.

Oh, little child.

A clean little child Those dreamy eyes filled with beautiful imagination I feel very familiar. Looking into those eyes

Those eyes that reflect me I was once just an innocent little child. and full of beautiful imagination That innocent me Still hidden beneath the shadow of the chosen one I handed her a knife. It was a small knife in my hand. But it was big in her hand. I grant her one wish.

A blessing that blinds the eyes Without seeing suffering

It is a blessing to have this knife as a tool.

A blessing that her pure eyes could only stare at that book.

Protect her from the blood that was all over the planet.

Protection from the sorrow that the chosen one deserves. Just like I treat myself. Hiding beauty in the bottom of the heart pond Cover it up And hope that someday The beauty that I imagined will come out into the whole world

I want to preserve the pure spark in those eyes. I cannot prevent the change of time.

One day, that pair of lovers will be clouded and broken.

I know very well

For freedom for all things make me fight I fought until I got it the way I wanted.

Infinity Sesbania It's a tool I need to use. I stand at the edge of the cliff. Looking down at the bottom of the road to death

first spirit spirit

And that necessarily had to be the soul of the person I loved with all my heart.

Looking across the sky I think of the stars that guided me when I was young.

The sky is dark and there is no light. Just like my heart is cold I have no questions to ask. I've come too far to turn back.

I looked into my daughter's eyes. It was still as red as it was burning, just like yesterday. I saw myself reflected in it. I'm still the same person. She had not changed at all. She was still the same little girl I knew. Not as broken or broken as I am.

Destiny is the creator. It was her fate to be the sacrifice. No matter how hard I tried to hold on to her life, in the end, her last breath would be blown away by the shrill sound of the wind beneath this abyss.

I looked at her one last time. Her body writhed in my grip.

I closed my eyes and the wind whipped my face.

I let go

Her body fell to the bottom. And at least death will keep her burning soul forever.

I woke up in the cold water. The still pond rippled when I raised my hand. The amber stone is in my hand.

I looked up at the sky. This time the sky was more gloomy than ever before. The clouds are blurred and streaked with crimson. I bitterly asked the flickering starlight in the sky,

Why is a chosen one like me? Therefore it must be painful like this.

There was no answer from the stars. Just me sitting in the silence