The clouds rolled in over the surrounding hills. Darkness comforted the decaying ruins of the city. The once white marble was now black as the night. Hundreds of years of death and destruction flowed through the city in the blink of an eye. Nothing was left alive except for one lone boy. Too young he was to understand what just happened and too young to know what to do.

The rain pounded down on him with angry strokes; he just sat there not showing any emotion. From the death and the destruction, evil spread. It crept towards the boy and he did not move. Slowly it seeped into his body and began to consume his soul and all that was good and pure in him. His innocence fleeted as corruption advanced. Too young he was.

Everything is dead. Soon you all shall be dust and so shall everything you created. Not even the gods can stop me. Anyone who interferes shall die. Nothing can stop me, not even you.

The boy turned his back on his home. He walked away from the destruction. He walked away from what he did.