Akira huffed and said, "If my race is so important, then why would you elves want to kill us all?" He closed his eyes and remembered the flames, the hatred, the bloodshed. All those scared faces burning alive. And there was one face he would never forget. That jet black hair, and those green eyes filled with hate, and that white scar running down his face.

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He remembered that horrid elf standing in front of him, Kazumi's severed head at the base of his feet, a puddle of blood forming. And that glare he gave him. Oh, he would never forget that glare for anything. That glare of pure hatred and meaningless blood lust. And how the flames danced around him, almost like his fear controlled even the elements of the world.
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He shuddered recalling that terrible past, closing his eyes, and muttering, "Why would you all want to kill us?..."

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As I looked through the mirror, I saw not of me, but of what I had become - a shell of my former self, tainted by the hand of evil. It was then that I had decided; I had to fight this... thing, inside of me.

The blanket of darkness had touched me - caressed my innocent cheek. The warmth it offered felt gentle, kind.
I plunged into the darkness, wanting only the love it offered. I wanted to be loved; for someone to think I was important. This was what I had dreamed so long for.