I was there to haunt him into the grave.
His bloodline flowed with those that had persecuted my ancestors--
burned them alive.
He asked me who I was, what did I want.
I answered that I was the past, and in my most sinister tone, I told him that I had come for him.
But I was the one who became haunted.
He was relentlessly kind and understanding, willing to make amends--
but not willing to be afraid.
And when, at last, he reached out to touch me with his strong, gentle hands--
the prophecy turned out to be true--
I had come for him.
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