i'm confused and angry

The early morning sun was already well risen and the spring grass shone like it had its own gentle glow from within. The air felt refrigerated, that same coolness combined with moisture the young Lord always felt when he reached for his breakfast. Though it was late enough for bright light, it was early enough for the lands to be almost deserted of the roaming creatured -- Perfection. Or so he thought, it was not long until the breeze shifted and carried a particular perfume towards him. Inhaling, the lad recognized the familiarity however he could not place his claw on the face that if belonged to.  The world was as silent as if it ended in the night and what better activity for him then to hunt down the source of his mystery. Ready or not, here I come.

Speech