If anyone knew his plight, perhaps they’d sympathize.
He was the indicator, after all. Those like him would always come back.
The embers of the first dead kindled within him quietly, simmering in his newborn soul.
At the moment of death, the beginning of life.
A never-ending cycle, the forever presence of the unknown.
First they feared, but they were soon mortified.
In his eyes, it was them who were wrong. They were the ones who deserved destruction.
And, with the paranoid ramblings of a previous life ringing in his ears, the flames of anger grew larger.
He defied the deities of the northwest and brought his reign of terror into the woodland.
Only another enraged heart was able to best him.
