The sun parched my back as I toiled. Days, weeks, years, I couldn't tell how long our labor lasted. It seemed to be forever. We were broken. The will of my brethren to live was waning under the cruelty of the Scourge, as we had come to name them. He was still there, Rayman. Giving orders, occasionally, to soldiers. It was him, it had to be him, there was no denying it. But it could not be right. The Hero? Turned to cruelty and tyranny? I, myself, felt the weight. My body was no longer as it were, I was weaker, my skin fading, and my breath fleeting. On one night, staring up at the stars(which I didn't often have time to do), I heard a cackling. I looked up. And old man was stumbling around, laughing. I rushed over to him. "Are you alright?'' "Hee hee hee!" yelled the old man, who hung on my shoulders practically dragging me down. "Not the same eh!?. You know it! But yourmind cant see it! Hee hee! Too tired, none could anyway! Hee hee!" He grabbed my hands and held them close to his face. "Hee hee! Gots em! Gots em! Woopee!Scortch em Torch em! Hee hee! You get him boy! Hee hee heee..........." The old one's eyes rolled back in his head. He fell to the ground, dead The next morning, his body was fed to the lesser horrors(which, are on the level of dogs) I didn't know what he meant, but the old revenge I thought lost within me had floated up to the surface. Under the cover of darkness, I stole back into town, narrowly avoiding patrols. I was shocked to find my family's house in shambles. With only a quick glance I ran upstairs to the attic. Even more razing. I shuffled to the back, it was still there. A large old, chest, which appears to have been tampered with(but no doubt left to move on to more houses) was sitting there. For the lock, there was no key, you simply had to unhinge proper hinges to open it. A few seconds of frantic work and... Within the chest, sat and old pair of war talons. Covered in ancient symbols, theybelonged to me grandfather, but were still useable. I stole back to the camp. I crept and crawled, stopping once, to quietly slaughter and low level horror snooting around in the ditches. I eventually made it up to the camps where the top officers stayed. I sat and waited. After about an hour, Rayman came out. I stayed still, waiting for the perfect chance. Rayman cosulted several officers who stumbled out of other tents, who them left to perform there duties. Rayman was alone. Now. I leapt from my hiding place and sprinted at him. He turned right before my talons struck, and grappled me. He had me around the neck. He was choking me. Throughout the pain and blur, I thrust my hands at Rayman. I pushed upon his chest, though I could not see them, I could see his face. It went from anger to pain. His grim loosened and blood flowed slightly more. I could see my hands now. They were orange, and burning like the sun. Rayman pushed me away, and I could see his chest was open. IT was white inside, and let off what would be blood in a normal being, but in him, it reflected rainbows of color. Rayman ran to the edge of the hill the camp was perched on. I was winded to I ungainly followed. He came to a 20 foot drop, looked at me and jumped. I moved forward, and could see him sprinting on the ground below. I jumped. I could smell him. With all my power I was seeking him. I would find him. I would find Rayman. _