The End of the Beginning

Life, Crime

While Aezon was toying with his new abilities, he'd grab a drink at the local pub late at night. Whispers, snickers, and frightened looks followed where he went. He healed slowly and looked as if he had just clawed his way out of a grave. Despite his efforts, people still looked at him with hatred.   Such a man came to Aezon, the both of them long past sobriety, and began verbally berating him. Aezon was better than this now. But he wasn't. He was being blamed for the attacks he nearly died to stop. A verbal fight broke out, the fight was taken outside, a physical altercation began, and then a body laid in a bloodied heap atop a snowdrift as a young warlock fled for his life.

While Aezon was toying with his new abilities, he'd grab a drink at the local pub late at night. Whispers, snickers, and frightened looks followed where he went. He healed slowly and looked as if he had just clawed his way out of a grave. Despite his efforts, people still looked at him with hatred.   Such a man came to Aezon, the both of them long past sobriety, and began verbally berating him. Aezon was better than this now. But he wasn't. He was being blamed for the attacks he nearly died to stop. A verbal fight broke out, the fight was taken outside, a physical altercation began, and then a body laid in a bloodied heap atop a snowdrift as a young warlock fled for his life.   The scene was gruesome. Shards of ice driven deep into the man's flesh, of which didn't instantly kill him. It was severe burns, however, that did.