Note- Not something I usually write, this was an assignment for class, but I had a lot of fun with it. 

Every time I saw them my heart turned cold. I filled with wrath at just the mention of them. More to the point, I hated him. The girl, I loved the girl, but him? I hated him.

           The events in his life seemed unavoidable; as if nothing in this world could have stopped the things that transpired in the dark night, yet we will never know. I wonder if he ever imagined the terror that he would have to endure forevermore the night that he closed that window and replaced the sword up against the mantelpiece were it had rested for generations. He must have known that thoughts of the past would haunt him forevermore, causing him to seal himself off from the world permanently in hopes that they would never find him. But who can tell?