The song that introduced us to the world of fantasy and ignited our passion for adventures was the same blasting through my car radio on the way to the police station. The army no longer elves and wizards but a bunch of misfits bound together by an oath never spoken out loud. 

There was no justice in it. 

Just pain and a familiar feeling of rage.

Rage for a part of you, you lost. rage growing out of helplessness.

Rage for his blood.