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The world I used to know
The world I used to love
was violently torn away from me
Was I forced to grow up?

You took me in and treated me as your own.
But still I was unwanted, still I was unloved.
Such skills in speed that you admired..
Gained me my task
The task of the wicked, task of the vile

Swift as the wind, I became Hurricane.
Swift as the wind, I became the Cleaner
Swift as I was, they despised me
My skills... were of bitter use
My hand destroyed my own kindred
For nobody can escape the Cleaner

And then the blackness enveloped the Black fang
And these hands took the lives of the innocent.
Aesha... Fond friend. Now...
no more

My world was cast asunder
And in my fear
I ran

I returned to the Fang in time
Though they saw me through dark, hate filled eyes
For now I was a traitor
Now I was a fugitive
And they hated me all the more...

The young lords
They took me in
Kept me well
But still I was a nothing, I was ignored
And it suited me fine

But what shall befall me now?
In this world of fools, my task is over
And where do I go now to ease what pain remains?
I no longer know...