It was cold and yet it burned at the same time. The weather was chilly on the mountain top where I stood. But the curse that had been laid upon me made me feel like my mind was burning.
Guilt, I think it's called, I had never felt it before. But now I did, for all those people I had killed over the years. I had always enjoyed spilling the blood of others, no matter who it was: woman, man, child, it was all the same to me.
One day I had found a winged lizard thing in a cave. I thought the cave would make a nice shelter for a couple of days. So I set out to kill the thing...BIG MISTAKE!
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