Prologue
Thunder booms in the sky and lightning flashes. They say time heals all wounds; however, there are some wounds that transcend even time, wounds that can change the human from and transform it into something far more powerful and deadly than what it once was. Centuries may go by and nothing will matter but what caused those wounds. And then there are those that see not the damage they’ve caused but only a means of power that they can control. Those that are like this seek out something more, anything to make themselves more powerful until they can bend everyone to their will. Even with their curses they see nothing, not even the blazing trail of fire that lies behind them.
With power we tend to forget who we are. We hurt those who would care for us, destroy them even until they are ashes beneath our feet. After all what use could they be to us who are far more powerful than they.
With another flash of lightning he opens his eyes, their redness the only other light in the room besides the storms. There is, in his eyes, no justification for the things that have been done to him. Time has changed the story and made it more of a fabrication than anything else, so that mortals can quell the nightmares of their young. And what could they possibly learn from the lies that mortals create?
“Moping in here will do you no good.”
“I’m not moping. I was sleeping.”
“Have I disturbed you then?”
“No.”
“Good. Mother wants to see you.”
“I’ll be down.”
“It’s been ten years since then. Will you not let it go?”
“Ten years changes nothing. Not for me. Another ten could go by and I would still be the same, but
you, you would age and everyone would know.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to live with that hurt inside you.”
“If you’ve nothing useful to tell me get out.”
“As you wish.”
Ten years he’s spent waiting, but still nothing. He knows that he’ll be waiting far longer than ten
years before he’s given the opportunity he seeks. That one single moment that will appease him. Until
then he knows he must wait. After all she will not just show herself to him. Like him she’s out for blood,
especially since she could not have his
