Upon my arrival to the mansion, so long ago it felt now, I had felt nothing in me. I was a walking shell with only murder for a thought. I wanted to rip Rickon into pieces but when I found out I could not, I wanted to destroy everything he loved instead. I wanted him to suffer, I wanted him to die a slow painful death. Darkness engulfed me like a virus. I festered with darkness.
As the days passed and the weeks came , the darkness dulled. I began to have and experience other feelings. I saw how much the pack respected and loved Rickon and I grew jealous. I always demanded power and respect through fear, but I never required love from it. But Rickon had it all, he was respected, he held power, he was feared and he was loved! It was his compassion for his comrades that made him so.
