The rain poured on my burnt face, it stung. The ashes cleared, revealing a face full of melancholy and Anger. I got up and looked at the rubble with the ashes and bones of my family, laid on the ground. GOD DAMMIT! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! My voice tired, as my fists softened the ground, pounding with all my might as blood stained the ground. It did nothing... A soft glimmer revealed under the rubble, it was the kitchen knife I used to serve shitty food with. I stumbled over my feet, tripping on the rubble with my breath heavy and uneasy. I snatched the knife with shaky hands, pointing the knife at my burnt and blistered chest. My mind wavered on ending this miserable existence, memories of the disheveled tavern rushed through my mind like an unwavering tidal wave. I threw the knife away to the side. I had a newfound determination; I will never rest until I kill that bastard!

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  A year has passed

  My shoulder bumped against the crowd as an Inquisitor was making a speech. I ran to see the stage, the stage was filled with the heads of so-called heretics with burlap bags soaked in blood. My cloaked fluttered in the wind as the inquisitor preached about “gods” will and the so-called heretics wrongdoings. I ran to the alley, as the fortnight before I planted a bomb under the stage, I lit the fuse. The familiar sparks spread across the fuse; the silence was deafening. “KABOOM” the screams persisted as a fire spread across town. I ran and ran until I reached the passage I made in the town wall. A carriage waited on the other side as I threw my body on the hay in the back of the carriage, it started to move. As we rode the bumpy gravel road out of the town.