As kids, you and Alistair grew differently. You were belittled for being an outsider and that you weren’t pure enough to protect everyone when you’ve aged. Alistair saw it, he saw it all. He saw you curse the world before you slept at night with tears welling in your eyes. You hated violence, he loved it. He loved hurting everyone that hurt you. You grew to resent Alastair, not understanding his intentions.

In the current day, you stood wide eyed, staring at the city you tried to protect burning up in flames. Subconscious tears dripped down your face. You couldn’t save them. Each scream and car alarm pierced your heart with guilt.

Just then, a few footsteps crunched under the rocks behind you. You didn’t turn. Two large, familiar scarred hands covered your eyes, shielding the horrifying view.

“I’m sorry darling. Forgive me. It was bound to happen, it was fate from the moment they dared to open their mouths and belittle you.”