Splintering needles and burning tearing, a blaze through my mind and body like an inferno through an unseen snow caked valley.

My eyes snapped open with the burn of my throat, wretching as the viscous bile ejected itself from my mouth. Before long it was naught but dry heaving, and i soon had the strength to get my feet beneath me.

A sudden light in my blackened memory erupted with a headache, and before long, i knew exactly what that rat bastard had done, Wilrune - for as nice as he was it seems scummy was on his to-be-list. Who the hell takes a dead mans wife!? Let alone the wife of a man you killed! Should be fine though, Ädria wouldnt do that. How long had it been? The sound of running water soon caught my ear followed by a fetid stench introducing itself to my nose.

With a scrunched face and pinched nose, i lifted myself from what i found to be rubble, from the roof, of a sewer. Through the shadowy maze of shit and the occasional corpse i waded, until eventually, finally, i found a grate opening out to an almost equally as foul river. However a problem presented itself, the metal bars made the hole to small to fit.

'Let's see... if, i remember...' i said to myself as the space between my fingers began to heat. It wasn't long before the bars were little more than shiny rocks, and i was clawing my way up the brick wall to the streets above.

I received more than a few disguted stares but i didnt have time to care. After wandering for a brief moment, the narrow street opened out to a massaive circle plaza, unfamiliar yet identifiably part of Bigophare. There in the centre, proudly stood a familar face, but golden. Wilrune, well a statue of him standing straight and tall, a fist high and clutching a blue flame.

The son of a bitch, thinks he's all high and mighty. I'll fucken show him. It felt good, the vortex around me pushing me more and more before i erupted in to a burst of flames. It felt great, my fist completed shattered the statue save the fist holding the flame. And before i knew it, i was surrounded in scorched rubble and screams.

I quickly got to my feet, looking around. There were corpses, some bleeding with large holes in various parts. Some even hard parts missing, others were cradling similar - less severe - wounds.

It wasn't long before i found myself lined up for execution in a cell. But it also wasn't long before an older yet familiar face presented itself.

Wilrune stepped in to the room i was chained in. 'You smell like shit, I thought you were de-'

'Shut the fuck up' i cut him off.

'You could have freed that monster, that statue held its soul.' He stated with almost repressed rage.

'I don't fucking care'

He grimaced 'you killed dozens of people, you turned that statue in to a fucking shrapnel bomb'

The guilt did strike me, but it was quickly overpowered by the hatred harboured for this dickhead before me.

'You will be executed tomorrow, though should have done it differently myself those thirty odd years ago' he continued dissapointedly.

The guilt grew heavy.

'What of Ädria?' I asked

'She is happy, and well. As is your son' he replied bluntly The revelation struck me like a ballista.

'Son?' I responded weakly.

'Yes... he has grown strong and well' '...right'

'Whats his name?'

'Myrigun'

The name brought a smile to my face

The next day came, it wasnt long before i was bound to a post in a colosseum, Wilrune with his sword. They spat some bullshit, said some stuff, i dont care... i just, want it to be over. And soon it was, my throat was pretty quick to dispense my blood. I fucked up i know...