How can I ever run away from myself when I grew up in a forest? Stuck in a hidden waterfall where I was raised as a Diviner. Taught how to use dark magic.

From childhood to adulthood to see nothing but dark rooms brightened by only candles and creepy walls and a bunch of unfriendly Diviners, and that developed hatred in my heart. The kind of hatred that controlled me to misbehave by not following the rules of this place.

We use dark magic for one purpose – to save and protect ordinary humans from evil and witchcraft. I had done the opposite, escaping the horrible place to murder a couple of useless humans. Now I have returned, captured and I’m about to face my punishment.

There I am, in the middle centre kneeling down and tied up with chains. Surrounded by lit candles. Behind me there’s a group of trainees about to witness what happens to anyone who breaks the rules. Even they had a hard time from me. Misled and manipulated to run away from this shit hole. Turning them against the other Diviners, who sat and watched on the side-lines with disgusted eyes, probably fed up with my terrible behaviour.

The room was silent, with only the sound of our leader. He sat right in front of me with a permanent scowl on his face. He was on a throne made of horns from slaughtered goats. He was the same man who abducted me when I was young, taught me everything. I was one of the five powerful Diviners. I was also like a son to our leader, he gave me too many chances of my bad behaviour secretly. Now it seemed he had had enough of me murdering those humans with my magic.

Now he choose those humans over me. How could that ever settle well with me? It brings more hatred that I could never run away from. Yes, my jealousy is pure evil.

“Very well, you know, we the Diviners are to protect the humans from any sort of evil. It is forbidden for us to harm them,” he said, with a booming voice and strict, firmly strict but very terrifying.

I felt his glare and I knew I was in deep trouble.

“Your carelessness and thirst for power has betrayed our law, and therefore you shall be punished.”

The time he continued, I was breathing heavily, twitching my mouth because I was annoyed and sick of his whining.

“However, there shall be mercy on the execution. Five years imprisonment shall be suitable for your crime,” he added.

Of course, I knew he wasn’t going to assassinate one of his powerful Diviners.

“Do you have any remorseful words?”

At last I opened my black eyes, slowly lifted my head up, glared back at the leader as if he was the one I wanted to murder next.

I wanted to.

“One day I will make you regret for choosing a worthless human over your own Diviner. I will burn you in hell on that throne. Enjoy it while it lasts.” I said, threatened like a roaring lion.

My short-tempered issues didn’t allow me to apologise. I meant every word. I was a hateful person after all, and the guidance from the leader made me bitter.

Unexpected, when the leader nodded at the men to take me to my cell, I inhaled some unusual and strange air. I glanced back at the leader, and I saw a little smirk appearing on his face. I knew he just passed on some magic to use for my escape.

Now how could I ever run away from my hatred when he continues to let me off the hook? A chance to become a better Diviner. But of course none of that was ever going to happen.

He needed the ruthless me, and I realised I could never run away from myself.

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