Cold… so cold and alone. His normally warm to the touch body was cool and his normally orange and red glowing hair was now grey color, almost like cooled over lava because of the temperature of the camber he was unjustly locked in. He never wanted to hurt anyone, but his hands were created to hurt others by higher powers. so that’s what happened. He hurt those he cared about and he couldn’t stop it. No matter how much he sobbed and cried. Now he was locked away in a cool camber deep below the surface with chains attached to his neck and wrists. But than he heard footsteps, something he hadn’t heard in many years. He lifted up his neck and tried to call out but his voice could only produce a pitiful croak.