"Am I good person?" I ask what was bothering me all along, dreadfully knowing the answer before asking. He seems to be surprised as he turns to look at me and holds my face in both his hands as he looks me directly in the eyes and says with so much conviction I almost believe "You are an amazing person, you heart is pure, it's filled with love , sympathy and empathy for all that surrounds you , what kind of question is that?" The irritation in his last question is more than visible. I move his hands away from my face as i look him with empty sorrowful eyes as i say " what if I told you that im not a good person, that im nowhere near that neighborhood, what if I told you that my heart was furthest from pure and sympathetic, my heart is filled with malice and hate , dread for all , what if told you i was the villain in this story? What will you do ? When the council comes knocking on your front door demanding my head, what will you do? " His silence gives my unspoken answer , the one i dread the most. . . A warrior And a war lord of the head council known as the phantom of the east is presumed dead after going rogue against the order of the council , the phantom stole the deadliest weapon to ever exist from the hands of the council, the same weapon that was a cause of a war that accrued 25 years ago that lost half the population its life and forced creatures of all kind to reveal their true nature to mankind. And when a search was being conducted in the territory lands of the crimson moon pack a girl was found with no trace of a memory or belongings , cold hungry and hurt. What no one knew was that this weak pathetic stranger was none other than the infamous phantom of the east. . . . Warning... This story contains strong language and extremely violent and vivid scene .... Read at your own risks