A Story of terror and vengeance

Long and far have I travelled in my search for peace.

Men, monsters and things part of both have they sent against me, but I have prevailed.

I found a place in the high country with the girls and was happy. As happy as a man like me has any expectation of being.

Then they came. The hunters of men and the old ways came back to me. None returned to tell of their expedition to the high country.

I prepared and waited for the next batch, but then I found out the reason I was being hunted. One of them had caused the death of the girl I thought of as my daughter. The son of the Lord, in a drunken rampage. He and his friends had struck down her husband and chased her till she fell from a height and died.

So now there is only vengeance. The Lord will die. He and his son. The son for what he did. The lord because he did not come to me and ask forgiveness for his offspring.

He chose what he thought to be the easy way. The way of murder. He really should have known better, after all he has known me for years. He must know what I will do.

So once again I become what I was, in vengeance for my murdered girl.

Beware, for death now walks the woodlands and the streets. It cannot be stopped. It cannot be avoided. It is coming. It is coming for you my Lord.

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