User:Silver Fang

Who was I? I don't know; I never did discover my purpose on this world. I just wanted others to like me, that's all.

But I was too different for them; too daring, too fearless, or so I always wanted to be.

Somehow, I ended up thinking people would like me if I became "bad", so I joined a group of local bandits.

I thought I'd finally gain acceptance among them, make those that rejected me pay, but that's not how it turned out at all.

They treated me like dirt too; made me do all the dirty work, while they get all the spoils. Whenever they needed a sacrifice, it was always me, but this time, they went too far.

They could've helped me escape those guards, easily; I nearly even made it on my own, but they just ran off, smiling and laughing while I was dragged off to my cell.

Fortunately, I was still young; barely in my teens, so I only had to spend a week in that rotten place, but a week doing nothing but sitting in a dusty, rotten prison was all I needed to think.

What did I think about? Well, how I would make those traitors suffer, of course. They think me helpless, but I'll be out of this cell soon, and when I am, they see just how helpless I am.

That week finally passed, and then, it began. They took me back; they still needed a "runt". I was naive when I joined them, but not anymore; I'm only making them think I still am so I can get close to them.

In the night, I made sure they'd stay asleep, at least until I wanted them to wake up, and when they did, they found themselves within the devices I'd found in an abandoned home; probably stuff from an old dungeon's torture chamber.

I made them suffer for a whole week just like I had in that cell, and then, after that week had passed, I burned them all; a death any less painful would've been merciful after the suffering they'd already been through.

I escaped the guards who saw the fires that night, but I left them notes identifying who they were; I wanted them to know who those charcoaled carcasses belonged to.

But I underestimated them. They're guards, they live to find out who causes such atrocities. Sure, my victims were bandits, but the guards thought I was pretty excessive. Personally, I think they're just too tame. Sure, I was young, but after being thrown back into prison just over a week after getting out, they weren't going easy on me this time.

I guess that's how I ended up in this cell for the last decade. However, during these years, I've had even more time to think, and I've realised; I don't need anyone's acceptance, nobody even needs to know who I am. Heck, maybe it's better off that way. But those who rejected me were just other children, just like I was. Who knows what they're up to now? Who cares? I sure don't; not anymore. They could be dead now for all I care.

But when I think back to those bandits, I think to myself; are there really so many people like that in this world?

And those guards. Sure, they caught me quickly, and they were just doing their jobs; I don't begrudge them for that, but they think I was too excessive? Against people like that?

That's it; that's my purpose. If I ever get out of this cell, I'll find the people like that myself, and I'll make them suffer the way they should using my own two hands.

I guess that would make me a hero, sort of. I always wanted to be a hero.

And then it happened; a robed man and a group of guards barged into my cell and opened some sort of secret passage. They didn't close it or anything; they didn't even care that I could easily escape through it.

"Guess it's your lucky day" one of the guards told me.

Does he want me to escape? Or do they simply not care? The robed man said he was the emperor. I didn't care at the time, but he seemed to think I had some kind of "destiny" or whatever.

After they plunged through the secret passage, I waited until they were out of sight, then I began my escape. But then I met up with them again; I was unsuccessful, or so I thought.

They allowed me to help them, for some reason. I didn't care why; I just wanted to get out of this prison. And then the emperor gave me an amulet, says he needs me to find his heir, whoever that is. He was killed moments after, but I quickly avenged him, as thanks for allowing me to escape that wretched cell. Then came the one surviving guard; seemed to think I was a knight.

"No," I told him, "I'm an Avenger."

He didn't seem to know what I meant, so simply proclaimed "close enough."

The emperor's trust in me prior to his death seemed to cause him to trust me as well, and now, I suddenly had to find this mysterious heir. Whatever; all I wanted was out of this place so I could finally fulfil my new purpose, and if I happen to bump into this "heir" on my way, then I guess that saves me a whole lot of time looking for him, doesn't it?

Freedom at last; from out of the darkness, I finally step into the light. This time, I'm going to be a hero, but not the type of hero people sing about in songs; the type of hero whose enemies will plead with death itself to spare them from.

I'd finally discovered my purpose...