He stood trembling in the chill night air. He was thoroughly drenched from the fleeting summer storm that just passed as he cross the open plains. There was no cover from the rain and the heavy drops seem to bore into his very soul. He was cold and hungry, his supplies had run out the day before and there was very little in the way of food on the plains. His hunting skills were far from apt, growing up in the palace had did him little good. Alone, cold and scared, he began to walk again, rubbing his arms for warmth. He felt miserable and the creeping sense of self-pity began working its way into his already troubled mind. This was not what he wanted, not what he expected. He left his home looking for adventure, fairytale dreams to heroism and honor. Instead, all he had found was betrayal, loss, and pain. He body was at the brink of collapse. He would not be able to walk much longer. He only hoped he could make it to the mountains up ahead where he could find shelter against the cold billowing winds.
As he trudged along the open plains he thought of the days past. All his memories began to merge together so that it all seemed like a blur. He could not make sense of all that had happened and somewhere deep inside, something snapped. It only took a brief moment but the damage was irreparable. He did not realize what had happened and he could never fully comprehend what transpired, but as he felt bitterly cold and alone, a part of him broke loose. A part of him that had laid dormant for all these years, buried deep inside him surfaced. There was no struggle as it was set free. It would protect him. It would punish those that hurt him.
A deadly warmth started following through his veins. He could feel it move slowly from somewhere deep inside his chest and running through his entire body. There was a moment of terror in his mind as felt it take over but the terror quickly subsided, barely noticeable, and then his mind receded completely drugged and numb.
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