He had no soul.
He had no heart.
He was cruel.
He was feared.
He was misunderstood.
Growing up, his childhood should have been filled with love and happiness. Instead they were filled with anger, loneliness, and sorrow.
Who should have become a wise, loving, and kind man was forced into becoming bitter, envious, and hostile.
His mother gave up her eyes and could not open her eyes to her son's pain.
His father never once, even once, showed his son the path of righteousness.
His uncle had revenge in his heart, and he manipulated the mind of his eldest nephew, filling his head with lies.
Not one person in his family filled his life with love.
Everyone looks at the five heroes. They say that they were on the right side of the war.
But what about the forgotten side?
What about the man who had given up when his life had just begun? What about the man who yearned for love? What about the man who deserves a second chance?
The indignance and cruelty is just a facade. A mask.
Who is the shattered one behind the mask?
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Duryodhana
FanfictionWhat is he, really? Is he a cruel monster who caused the destruction of the world?Is he a bad son? Is he a bad brother? Is he a bad example? Or, is he the victim?
