History of a Hero
Prologue
The titan walked through the wreckage of the camp, shaking his head in disbelief and saying slow prayers to the dead. All around were corpses of men, women and children. The fire pits where they nomads had been cooking their supper flickered in the wind, and the titan wondered what had struck this encampment.
In the darkness, he froze and listened. He heard sobbing, from a child, he thought. Turning to the direction of the noise, he sped his slow walk to the location of the noise. A small boy, no older than five, sat hunched over the body of his mother and father. The titan crouched down, and the boy looked up. The sight of the giant man silenced the boy instantly, but his eyes burned in a way that the man had never seen before. Suddenly the boy leapt up at the man and slashed his cheek with a knife he had been holding. The man hopped up in surprise, and the boy attacked again, thrusting the knife down at the man's foot. All the boy struck, however, was the solid head of the man's huge war hammer. The boy froze in shock, and the man swept down and patted his hand on the boy's back, knocking the wind from his lungs. The boy fell forward, unconscious. The titan picked him up and set him on his shoulder, then turned to look at the boy's fallen parents.
"I'll take care of him." Rock said as he turned and left the site of the massacre, the wind gather force as it rolled in the first storm of the spring.