Tarnished By My Own Being

Present Day...

Sazir stood in front of a shattered mirror, the cold winds of the north blowing through the castle windows.

He could hear distant screams from down the hall, no doubt coming from Talon and the man that he had decided to keep as some sort of sick relic of his accomplishments.

Although there was no accomplishment in betraying a group of young soldiers, who had been tasked with something no student should ever have had to do.

For that reason, Sazir had delt no fatal blows to the group known as Task Force Unity.

Yet, Talon had insisted he keep one as a trophy of his efforts.

Sazir continued to gaze into the broken mirror.

Silence was a blessing within such a world, and he was given none of it.

For what other reason as to being cursed.

He was cursed!

That was it!

Putting a finger on the terrible burn mark that ran across his cheek, he felt his tears become ice before they could escape his own eyes.

'Why did that boy look so familiar...?'

"What was it that he had said?"

'You killed my father...'

'Surely not...'

It would have taken the boy far longer than that to escape The Dark Forest, and Sazir also figured that he would be... Well, much stronger.

The boy would carry both the lineage of the Phoenix and that of Tartarus after all...

Then there was also the fact, that Sazir had killed many boy's fathers... Which he bit his own tongue at the very thought.

Then brushing his ice-colored hair out of his eyes, he turned around and stepped up a small flight of stairs within his room.

Below him, stood his bed.

Or at least where he slept in the depths of the cold nights.

A large pool of frozen water, that was supposed to be his cryotherapy for the wounds that his childhood friend had given him.

It was meant to heal them over time, but he had to willingly want them gone, and yet somehow they never ceased no matter how long he spent in the frozen water.

Partially because, the burns had become a part of him.

There was no denying the fact that he regretted every action he had ever taken, and by no means did he want to not regret them.

He was a vile man, as was every royal and noble within their world.

It was a cruel world, that would probably never heal as long as the gods had a place within it.

Orion was right to want to wage war against the thousands of gods...

There was no changing anything without divine intervention preventing any type of good change in the world.

With that thought, Sazir plunged into the frozen water.

Feeling his skin burn, and torment take over his very being, he felt the rage and despair of his own life for the thousandth time.

He wished that someone powerful would rip his sister off of the throne that had corrupted her, and then went for The Grand Paladin, and detached his purpose from this world.

'World... World... World...'

He hated this world, and all who said that they had a part within it.

There were no parts in this world, free will was but an illusion, and they were all pawns of much greater souls.

That was if the gods even had souls...

'Curse it all...'

He thrashed and screamed within the cryopool.

With no hope of anything better, he attempted once again at drowning himself.

And yet again, the next morning he woke up.

Soaked and shivering, he sat on the steps.

His sister stood in front of him, with a distained look upon her face.

"Prepare yourself, the allied nations begin their march today..."