The village was ablaze. My friends and I had come to their aid. It was bad.

Putting out fires, rescuing civilians, stopping the terrors before they could harm anyone else?

We all had a job. Everyone knew what they could handle and what they could do. My friend looked me in the eyes, and in that moment I could see an emotion behind the desparation. It was determination to stop all this from happening.

My friend didn't have to say anything. They knew what my strengths were, and so did I. With a nod of agreement, we parted ways and I left the village. I came so far and followed the tracks you left... the tracks that showed the horrors you swept across the land. You may be good at causing turmoil, and that may be effective at stopping others from persuing you.

But not me.

The buildings of this town are ablaze by your hand. You thought to harm, to torture, to maim... all for your own, twisted enjoyment. That hand you used, I will cut it off so you cannot do this again.

I saw you step backward as I stepped forward. You questioned how I caught up, I merely said "easily". You turned to run, and when you looked back, I was even closer. Right behind you.

You trip. I slow my pace.

I trust my friends can save the villagers. They all know how to do it. Of them, I have a strong sense of justice and a determination to right the wrongs put on the innocent.

You can run, but no matter what I will catch up. You can hide, but you are easy to find. You can fight, but I will win.

I still trust my friends. They have their own battles to fight - but, today... you are mine.

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A secret santa I did among a group of friends! Seems Jay has a strong sense of justice!

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Jay (C) Master_Man (not on a specific platform)

Art (C)  Juntarhenogu Me