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No Compromise

11. Inspiration

The Grimm inspired him to keep going.

It was an odd realization for the thirteen-year-old- but the Grimm knew how to survive. They could smell their prey on the shifting sands, and that wind- that biting wind, gripping his bones, sanding down his strength, hollowing out his heart- guided them to their targets flawlessly. He wanted to be like them.

So, he began to seek them out.

A Grimm's claws became nothing next to his claws of carved stone. Their fangs were nothing compared to the bite of his stolen blades. He defended everyone he could. Most of the time, he won.

He decided- if he was a monster, he'd be the strongest.