Zagal

“Finally.” That was Zagal’s first word.

A single word, simple, but held within were the echoes of a lifetime of pain left behind and the joy of a new life caught in a clenched fist. Never to be let go. Freedom from his parents and their useless ideals. Freedom to pursue the greatness he always knew he was destined for. To be a leader, a commander so powerful that he could bend all races before him.

Why he knew this didn’t matter, the point was to conquer and prove to himself that he was the best. To bask in the feeling that no one on that stupid planet could ever bring him down. No one except the possessor of a heavy crown, dripping with blood and memories.

“You want a showdown? So be it…”