Author's Note: This story is quite short... only have it divided in chapters because... I really have no idea lol... Read and review please

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There were many things I could’ve done… so many… but to what end? Only my own… Still I could have done something: fight with or against Aton. Either would be a means to my end. Fighting against Aton only brought the death of many I considered friends, including my lover, my companion, my Roman… Fighting with him would be death to what I believe, death to everything I am. Therefore, I would become only a shadow of what I once was. So much like Zosime… Why would that beautiful warrior take such interest in both tormenting and enchanting me? Her wrath gives her this sparkle in her eye that even I, as a flaith, can’t deny. Actually, being a flaith is something that makes me understand her. The wrath, the thirst of power, how striking down your enemy can be sweeter than returning home.

Yet, I have returned home, and my enemy has not been defeated.

I walk and no one walks besides me. I feed and only victims surround me. For many years, I wandered the world with purpose: gather the strongest followers to join in my fight with Aton.

But it is all done… I betrayed my master. Jealousy, penance, misery or loneliness; whatever the reason, I abandoned him.