The Dagger's Wrath (BOOK 1)

Epilogue

A/N: And the reveal of Unknown is here!

Unknown

I am a crude man, but this is my destiny.

I am a selfish master, but this is my power.

I am the follower of thousands.

I am the swallowed sea, the melting snow, and the everlasting earth.

I am a hungry, evocative and perfect flawlessness.

Yet I am scarred.

My name is not feared but, as faces should be, my appearance is.

My aura is a glow of evil, but my radar is a landscape of life, of purity.

My journey begins here, begins now and never before.

My hands shake vigorously, but my mind is focused on strength.

Yet I am weak.

But I will fight back.

But I will find the possessed.

But I will get revenge.

But I will win and strive and pump blood through my heart.

But I will live—and I will always live.

I am not a king.

I am not the King, dagger destroying his life.

I am not the Lord of Night, high on power and greed.

I am not the assassin, the queen, the peaceful king or the captured prince.

I am not a ruler, but it is my ability.

I am a crude man, but this is my destiny.

I am the king before the assassinated King.

I am King Ganison I, King Harrol Ganison. I died forty years ago when King Ganison II stabbed me in the chest at the age of 14 to have his own throne. I should be ninety now, but the gods took me and saved me. I look fifty, my age when I died. I look like a slave, like a henchman of a lowly ranked lord.

I am not these.

I am a ruler and I will show the world.

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