Author:
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Title:
Hatred
Attached would be very good drawings of Sliske's head on a stake.
I remember when I had to take my first human life. It was surprisingly easy. However, the look on his face has haunted me to this day. The man was a heretic. I was a member of the Inquisition. I dispatched him swiftly. My blade running through his heart. That is of little importance. What is of importance, was the look on his face. The man did not realize that he had done anything wrong, even. As I looked into his eyes, I saw surprise, anger, and blame. That was not even the half of it. As he fell off my blade, his child. A little girl, no older than 7 ran out to him, screaming his name. Begging for him to wake up. She then looked at me, with yet another look that I will never forget: The look of pure hatred. I remember not that man's name, or then name of his family, but I understood what I had done. I had ruined someone's life, thinking that I was doing what was best for the greater good. I vowed that day that I would never make anyone suffer that again.
And now, I was forced to break my promise. A Sliskean came to my home, and attacked me. My ally and I, filled with rage, attacked her. She died quickly. It was only then that I had realized how old she was. 16. No older. The Sliskeans had made me break my vow. I accept a good portion of the blame, as I was too filled with rage to think clearly. However. A good portion of the blame falls on the Trickster's followers. For this, I truly do vow revenge.
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