When one would just stay home, He trained. When one would go to the market, He hunted. When one would do as little as possible, He sweated. When one would feel warm at home, He sufffered.  When one would wonder about morals, He killed. When one would just lose himself in pain,  He suffered more. When one liked, He would Love. It's a story, one of a man broken time and time again. One of a man that followed hidden roads under the light of the moon when everyone would sleep. One of a man unraveling secrets not seen for eons. That's a story amongst all the others, but that's His story.