It was many years ago that his world had first been destroyed and an innocent child had taken up the call for justice. In reality what he wanted was revenge. Nine years old, a long life ahead of him, Zanther witnessed the slaughter of his entire village. Including his family. That little golden boy was drowned to death in the depths of this lake. Minutes later the same boy, who would never be the same again, returned to life in a call of lightning that split the sky. Now, on the anniversary of his death and rebirth, he stood along the shore, fumed at the waves, and cursed that siren with every beat of his heart.
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