Unknown.
For years I had been waiting for the moment I would regain my freedom, and with every passing second, I survived in a world that didn’t want me. I dreamt of the day I would get my revenge.
The day I would be able to regain who I truly was and make my way back into a world I would punish for treating me the way it did. Power, it was the ultimate sacrifice, and with the death of so many, balance would be restored.
The distant dripping of water from the pipes within the darkness was the only thing that reminded me of where I was. I was unfairly punished for trying to correct the evils of the world. Evils the gods themselves didn’t deem important enough to be tampered with.
Sitting upon the small cot in my cell, I stared off into the darkness, waiting for anything to remind me I wasn’t alone in the plans of my rebellion. Day and night, for years, I had been formulating my plan. Making sure nothing could happen to detour what needed to be done.
