Sturaka

I have looked evil in the face, Eye to eye, And I did not turn from it. I did not lash out. I did not spit in its face and curse it. It beckoned, and I followed. It led me down, Deep into the darkness, Into the pits of humanity. I watched others pass, Each led by their own shadow, their own evil. I followed blindly, letting it take me where it pleased. I became a shell living a hollow life. Alone, unwanted, I followed my shadow eagerly, letting it guide me deeper. Farther from the light. As the darkness finally began to close around me, I heard a sound ring out, and a light flared to life. I saw for once the hideous face of the abomina

     He looked out over the smoking city, watching as the invaders raped and pillaged his home, his face blank and stone cold. He watched calmly as friends, neighbors, and enemies were cut down, like wheat before the harvest. Simon pulled his cloak closer, chasing away the cold wind that blew around the stone tower.     His face remained neutral as they neared the castle, nothing stopping them. They were strong warriors from the north, big men with long hair and beards, covered in animal furs and armor made of rough iron. These savages lacked the intelligence and civility of society, but more than made up for it with brute strength and spee