[ WP ] A man without hope is a man without fear .

The last thing i remember is me being hit on the head when i was trying to relax under the stars in a campfire last night, while i was making my way to the small town of Ardene. 
 I wake up to find myself bounded and with a rag in my mouth while someone takes me on a horse. I ca n't see who this man is. It's early, the sun is just trying to look over the mountains and the breeze blows gently as we galloped in the valley, hearing the melody of crying wolves in the distance. 
 
 The man stops the horse and grabs me by the feet to throw me in the ground. I can now see his face and in an instant i know who this is. 
 
 I look straight to his eyes and they're empty. There's no soul in there but a penetrating abyss that can bend any man's will and bring him to his knees in an instant. 
 
 A man without hope is a man without fear, and cursed be my hands the moment i took this man's hopes away. I can still hear the screams of her daughter and the sensation of strangling his wife. My blood still boils with the memory of when i saw this same man with a gunshot on the chest, bleeding to death while he saw his family die. 
 
 He draws a long, blood-stained knife and shows it to me. It's a dull piece of metal with no sharp at all. 
 He walks towards me with short steps, surely enjoying the moment he's been waiting for years. The look on his face says it all and yet nothing. I ca n't do anything now but to accept my fate as i turn my head up and see the stars dissapearing in the dim light of the dawn. I feel the knife in and out of me repeatedly, and then, i dont feel nothing at all. 
 
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