[ WP ] In the dead of night a young girl meets an intimidating man with severe scarring . After the confrontation the man is the one who is afraid .

An aging man shivered in his thick synthetic leather coat. The death lamps siphoning away heat from the world around them. The freezing air bit into his mutilated face. The scars he once wore proudly stabbed ever deeper into his soul, as he hobbled towards Deriu's Triumph. 
 
 The sounds, smells, and sight of death relived themselves through him as he stopped in front the graveyards entrance. His hands shook as he fell to his knees fighting off unwanted memories. A small plain wooden box waited for him here. Inside lay a letter resting on the remains of a folded tattered green flag. 
 
 Do you still weep for the dead, general? 
 
 Tears fell down the mans face. They followed the path of his numerous scars. A grim reminder of the blood he had given, and taken while earning them. 
 
 `` Are you the man I'm waiting for?'' The sudden question came from behind the graveyard's gate. A young girl peered out at him from behind the gate. 
 
 `` I.. Believe that I am.'' He had retired thirty eight years ago. Who had sent that message? How did they get that flag? The girl unbarred the gate stepping away from him before he got to his feet. She stared at him in silence. Waiting for something. `` In my old age, I do n't quite remember where we're going.'' 
 
 She walked to a nearby grave. Fumbling in the dark with a decorative angel carved into the stone. The sickly green light of the death lamps lit the only word on the gravestone.'Unknown.' The sound of a faint click signaled the opening of a hidden stairway. 
 
 A variety of boots had left this staircase. Blood stains marked their departure. A single room lit with a candle opened at the bottom of the stairs. A small wooden table sat in a corner. A mirror adorned with dried blood stood atop it. The girl reached behind the mirror pulling out a sheathed knife. 
 
 Is this how I die? He questioned himself as she walked towards him. 
 I'm not afraid of death. He has walked beside me my whole life. I deserve this, I expected it. The girl offered him the knife, hilt first. Her eyes closed shut. `` I already took the medicine.'' She muttered. How calm she was, it was terrifying. 
 
 He carefully took the knife out of it's sheath. A mixture of rage and emptiness washed over him. `` Tell me child. Do you know what this knife is?'' 
 
 `` No.'' 
 
 He traced each of his scars with his right hand. Ancient rusted gears began creaking as they once again began to turn within his mind. 
 `` Come here, and hold this knife.'' Without hesitation she did as he said. `` Can you look at yourself in this mirror. Can you do that and cut your cheek?'' 
 
 She would have done as she was told, if he had not stopped her. He ripped the knife away from her hand. Raising it above her he watched her. She closed her eyes and waited. `` So this is what I helped create. This is what my son died for?!'' He slammed the knife into the table. `` Is this the truth behind my legends. Did I truly leave these things in my wake as a general.'' He stared at himself in the mirror. Crying as he looked at himself. 
 
 `` Everyday for thirty eight years. I wake from nightmares. I pretend that I did something great. That maybe, I protected people..'' He reached into the mirror pulling out his dimension coin. He held it in his palm admiring the deep blue light that swirled within it one last time. `` Take this coin, and escape.'' He said to her. 
 
 `` Escape? Why?'' 
 
 `` Damnit child! Do you want to die?! You do n't stand there and hand your enemy a gun. You do n't willingly let yourself be murdered! Run! Survive! That coin will lead you out! GO!'' 
 
 `` But I'm suppose-'' 
 
 `` No! No one is supposed to be murdered! Find the White Falcon, find your reason for surviving.'' He willed his coin to open a doorway for her. Shoving her through before letting it close. Letting himself become stuck here. 
 
 General Deriu closed the graveyard gate behind him. A distant sun rising over the remains of what was once a home for millions. This entire world was a graveyard. A nest of criminals all of these years later. Because he thought he was protecting people. He had created the opportunity for this world to become hell. He had been its executioner. 
 
 `` If I could willingly destroy a world, even in ignorance. What else have I caused?'' With each step Deriu took away from the graveyard he regained his old vigor. A new purpose welling within him. 
 To undo the evil he had let take root in so many worlds.
