Crusted blood on my shirt, arrows shot fast at me, and yet I sensed no fear. I sought revenge for the day I was thrust into the depths of dark fear.
Images of that day always flashed before me. Images of my father, my brother, and my betrothed lying in a heap with their throats slit. The sound of Evil’s laughter in the form of my cousin, our general who had turned on us. He did this to taunt me to remind me that he was in control.
I had to run that night into the storm followed by my militia, now a mercenery.
Today was the day for revenge – I told myself grabbing hold of my cousin in the middle of the battlefield. I did to him in broad daylight what he had done in the darkness of the dungeons. I removed his helmet and looked into his eyes, as I slit his throat.
Then I realized revenge was not the answer, because memories never fade.