I watched as hundreds of bonded got killed. I guess that's sort of my fault.

Well, to be honest, it's completely my fault.

Hey, I had to take revenge on someone. My entire family got murdered, and when I tracked down the killer, I murdered his entire family. And his gang. And his entire enterprise.

And at the end of it all, I came to finish him off.

"You won't get away with this," he managed to choke out. I had him at sword point, and I was smiling a whole lot more than I usually did with all the people that I had gotten rid of.

"Oh, won't I?" I laughed, pressing harder against his throat. His face twisted into a scowl, and he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again.

"I knew your kind was no good. The whole world will know that your kind are killers and monsters and that you can't be trusted," he grunted.

I laughed again.

"You're hilarious. I've killed all of your cronies. You have no followers left," I said, very confident. Too confident. I should've been more thorough.

"You missed one. One very important-" I cut him off, pushing a little harder on my sword, just enough to draw blood.

"Get to the point," I growled.

"I have a son, and he is on his way to the palace right now, to tell the king of your wicked deeds,"

I just chuckled this time.

"My wicked deeds? You have murdered countless families! I simply got revenge for my family and all of the other families you brutally murdered," I said. "Besides, the king has no bias against the bonded, and he wouldn't lift a finger against us,"

"Ah, but you see, my son, is going to reveal himself as the king's long lost son, and it will all work out in the end," he said.

"There's the devious man I'm here to kill," I laughed, then pressed my sword harder against his throat. "You'll be dead so what does it matter if your son kills the king or not? You won't get anything out of it,"

It was his turn to laugh, and he barked it out.

"Oh, you're so funny, because the truth is, I'm not going to die today. You forgot to take out some of my men,"

About five burly men came bustling through the door, yanking me off of him. He stood up, brushing off invisible dust off of his clothes. He smirked at me, as if he had won. As if. I just burst into a fit of giggles, turning into a tad bit of maniacal laughter.

"You've been poisoned, you fool. It's going to be a slow and painful death, boy am I glad I have the bonded I to,"

His face paled.

"No," he said, his voice could barely be heard. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he toppled to the ground.

Two of the men ran over to him. One slapped his face to see if he was really dead. The vile man was barely conscious, and his last words were, "Make... her... suffer..."

"That's right, murderer, chimera venom, just for you," I laughed, as they dragged me away. It's my fault, and I realize that now. Mostly his fault anyways. Now I'm rotting away, and the whole world knows it. Every year, when they bring out the captured bonded to kill them, they whip me publicly, shouting, "WE'LL KEEP THIS ONE ALIVE TO WATCH IT'S FILTHY MAGGOT-FILLED KIND SUFFER!" and then the crowd roars back with equal enthusiasum, maybe even more, and then I wait for the next solstice to be tortured all over again.

I'm just waiting for the prophesied young bonded to come and save me. To save all of us. There are three actually, but I just need one.