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All Manfloy ever knew when he was just a child was heat, sand and how to pray. Every single day he prayed and prayed for a better tomorrow, a life outside of this desert. Every single day his prayers went unanswered.
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When he was a teenager Manfloy made an acquaintance with the desert plague. The plague struck hard on Yied, Darna and Phinora, yet only the last two places received any kind of help, provisions and care. They were all left to rot in Yied Temple with nothing to ease their sufferings, no one to rely for help except from them. He had to watch his friends and even his own mother die a slow, tortuous death. The last words which slipped their lips were prayers for their god to save them.
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It was years later when Manfloy befriended hatred. They were suddenly surrounded by Grandbell's troops. They tried to fight back, but in the end of only half of them managed to survive. The rest of them were slaughtered mercilessly, among them were women and children. He had to watch helplessly as his father yelled how one day their god would avenge them, and then he got stabbed to death. The yell still rang in his ears everytime he closed his eyes; it was a yell of promise he liked to believe would happen in the future.
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Those so called crusader believers couldn't even leave them to suffer in peace. The last straw was pulled when the believers burned down their small farms. All their hard work harvests were destroyed in flames, leaving them death of starvation. Because of them, Manfloy also lost both his wife and his unborn second child.
Enough was enough.
If their god wouldn't wake up then he would awake him. He would see the whole world—this world which rejected them—tremble under their god's might. He vowed to realize his mother's prayer of salvation, his father's promise of retribution, and his wife's unspoken wish for a better future.
He would see it done, no matter how long—how many years—it would take him.
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It was 40 years later when Manfloy finally would return to his family's graves and smile for the first time in years.
A/N: AND YES! I totally write about Manfloy! I love giving my villains Freudian excuse.