[ WP ] A villian who thinks he 's a hero realizes he 's the villian . What is he thinking ?

The battle was over. The victor pulled his blade out of his enemy's dying body. 
 
 `` My son will hunt you down and kill you for the wrong you have caused.'' 
 The loser said between breaths, some of his last. `` My son will...'' He finally had bled enough to be silenced forever. 
 
 The surviving combatant kicked the now lifeless corpse off of his blade, a nasty looking zwihander with spikes near to the hilt. The killer looked into the shadows where the new orphan was hiding. Before retreating into the night, he quickly spat: 
 
 `` Do n't come after me. You wo n't get a chance to live.'' 
 
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 The boy, Rallis, started training with his father's sword the day after the funeral. Everyday he would practice in a field until he could barely move. He imagined the demon who took away his father being cleaved in half by his mighty swings. The murderer would be brought to justice, of that Rallis was certain. 
 
 There came a day when Rallis was thought to be the best swordsman in his village. Rumors spread about the man who could hack trees into stumps in seconds. These rumors drew the attention of a very skilled swordsman from the East. The swordsman decided he would test the skills of `` Treeslayer''. 
 
 Rallis was out in his field hacking away at a large oak when the swordsman finally found him. 
 
 `` Ah you are swinging too wide!'' teased the old veteran, `` you'll never win in a fight against a *real* foe.'' 
 
 `` Oh? And I suppose that you are that foe?'' Rallis retorted. 
 
 `` Come at me and you'll find out.'' 
 
 The two squared off. Rallis attacked first, missing by a foot he swung again at the spot where the old man used to be standing. Rallis heard a smarmy laugh before he was knocked unconscious. 
 
 When he awoke, Rallis grabbed at the painful lump on his head. 
 
 `` I guess I'm not as good as my friends tell me.'' 
 
 The old man said: 
 `` I'll teach you how to be as good as me if you desire, but it will take a lot of time, more than the day's light has to offer.'' 
 
 Rallis did n't care, after all he had been doing just that for the past seven years. `` What do I have to lose?'' 
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 It took month's before Rallis could fight his master for more than a minute, years before he could stand toe to toe, and years more before he could finally best him. Then it happened. Rallis was in the big city when he spied a familiar face. He had found the man who robbed him of his only family. He shouted at that cur, that swine who could murder a man without so much as a moment of regret *in* *front* *of* *a* *child*; 
 
 `` YOU''! 
 
 The man stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out who this angry looking stranger was before he realized. Rallis could see the man's face fill with horror, that agonizing horror when you know retribution is stampeding your way. The man sprinted off though the alleyways with Rallis thundering close behind. The chase was short lived when the vile snake darted into a doorway. Rallis heard the sound of locks clicking on the door, the oak door, or rather: the ex-door. Rallis stepped over the splinters of his prey's last defense. Then the man said, `` I knew you would n't listen to me! You foolish boy!'' then he drew his spiked sword and the two began to fight. 
 
 Rallis attacked first, swinging with raw fury. The two blades finally were reunited; sending sparks to brighten the poorly lit room for a brief moment each time the two swords connected. The two combatants where locked in that beautiful but deadly dance, each trading hits and parrying almost like they rehearsed this glorious battle. Then there was a moment where Rallis saw a chink in his foe's defenses. In that one moment Rallis already knew he had won, a fact made evident by the blood that splattered in his face. 
 
 Rallis had done it! He gained justice for his father's early grave! Rallis happily hollered in victory, but stopped when he heard his enemy begin to utter his last words. 
 
 `` You, fool...'' coughed the bleeding man, `` My... Son... Will Not... Let this go without revenge...'' 
 
 Rallis felt the chills crawling up his spine like spiders when he heard those words. Then he looked around the broken hut. in the corner, covered with blood, was a child. Rallis looked at him for a moment before saying: 
 
 `` Do n't come after me. You wo n't get a chance to *live*.'' 
 
 But he knew... Rallis knew the boy was n't going to listen...
