"You killed me?!" I jump in surprise. 

"You were sent to kill me. I was defending myself." He says.

I grip my head. Oh... that explains so much. I can't breathe. I grip my chest. What am I supposed to do now? I'm a murder! I might as well be a zombie! It's just so much to take in. My whole life has been a lie! I'm a lie! I grip my head.

"So, what now son?" He asks.

I have to run. I have to breathe. I turn and start running.

"Don't run!" Avan yells.

"Let him go." I hear.

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"My lord, what will become of him?" I ask turning.

"Do not fret Avan, it's all going to plan." He says.

"Which you have not told me yet." I point out.

He glares at me. I draw back in respect.

"I suppose you are right. I do owe you an explanation." He says.

"Thank you, my lord." I bow.

"His mother, the witch, will make him stronger. Give him extra strength and my old armor. No doubt she will convince him to try and kill me again." He laughs.

"And what will you do?" I raise an eyebrow.

"What I've always done; I'll kill him again, and this time for sure." He says.

"Very good, my lord." I lower my head.