??? Watches for His Chance

Unforgivable.

That one word, and nothing else.

He could never forgive that thing.

Even now, he remembered.

His mother's last moments.

His kind, strong, great mother.

That time, when she became a cruelly silent corpse.

He could not forgive it.

That thing, which had killed his mother.

He could never, ever forgive it.

Nor himself, who could only tremble in the shadows and watch his mother die.

And so, he trained himself.

He trained his body, learned skills, trained his heart, and gained wisdom.

He was no longer the helpless child of that time, who could only tremble in the shadows.

He was a warrior, burning with vengeance.

And so, he continued to search.

His mother's killer.

Relentlessly, he continued to search.

To kill it.

So that he could do as had been done to him, and smash everything precious to that thing into a pulp.

And at last, he found it.

At last, he had found it.

His mother's killer.

That devil!

He clamped down hard on the urge to hurl all his hatred at it and kill it then and there.

He had become strong.

But he must not let his guard down.

He was no beast, driven only by vengeance to run wild.

He had wisdom.

He would kill that thing, without fail.

Kill it.

Kill it.

Kill it, no matter what.

For that.

For that, for now, he would lie low.

He would watch for his chance.

Now, who could it be?