Chapter 0 - Prologue
Today...today is the day I will die. Not because people want me to die, or because I want to die. It was because I had to die. I will die by my hands and only my hands. For I, despise injustice. And because I despise injustice, I believe those who do evil deeds must never go unpunished, no matter who the individual is. Including myself. Which is why I will die. For I, have wronged others.
Looking at the glow coming from the back of my hand, I chuckled.
Truth be told, I wanted to die the moment I received that gray wing. That gray wing of power. Every passing day since then, I’ve always had the resolve to take my life. So why is it that my resolve falters now?
I already had my sword faced towards me; all I needed to do was stab myself, so why is it that my hand is shaking? One simple stroke was all it would take, so why is that I’m struggling? Despite the need to make things right?
