!uI4oigtzX2 03/02/10(Tue)22:00 No.8371324|
It wasn't until he nearing 30 that John, in his own words, saw the world for what it was. As he neared a village that he frequented once every six months or so, he noticed that there was smoke pouring from where the village was. He hurried over the hill, and looked down into a blaze. Sprinting into the town, John began helping the villagers out of the burning houses and to safety. After hours of work John spotted a little girl trapped in a house, but right before his eyes the house collasped, killing everyone inside.
Days later, when the fires had all gone out, John helped clear the house where the girl had been and found her small, burned body inside. His heart broke to see what had happened. From helping the villagers for days he knew that a group of bandits had entered the town, and the resident wizard of the town, in an attempt to help had launched a fireball that hit the group, but also set some of the houses ablaze. That same wizard had then been hacked to pieces by the bandits before they fled the town.
Gathering a few men of the town, John hunted the bandits down. He and his men assaulted their lair in an abandoned house, and after capturing as many of the men as they could, returned to the sheriff where he pronounced death as their penalty.
Despite this small victory, the sight of the little girl haunted John. For weeks he was in a depression about what to do, when one day, John came across a camp off to the side of the road. An old man asked him if he would care to sit and enjoy the meal there. As it was approaching night, John accepted. As he was sitting there, the old man asked John what was wrong, as he could tell something was bothering him. John retorted by asking him where he had come from.
The man replied that he was just a poor traveller, and repeated his question. John began to tell his life story, and after the telling he responded by saying he didn't know what to do, as both good and evil killed innocent by-standers.