When he arrived outside the village, it was night. Dismounting, a man from the village started towards him. Donatien stopped him with an arrow to the throat. As more people came into sight, the young man fired again and again, killing blindly now. Women screamed, gathered their children and ran. Donatien spared only those who escaped his grasp. After running out of arrows, he turned to the short sword he had taken from the ruins of his home. His movements became the dance of death as he cut down those before him. However, youth was inexperience, and he was soon overcome. A sharp blow to the back of the head and he was out like a candle flame.
When he awoke, he was chained against the wall. The wise man who had taught him was hanging from a rafter in the center of the... where was he? Looking around, he found it to be a lodge of some sort.. and the entertainment seemed to consist of branding and cutting his mentor. A blade came and sliced the old man's throat.. and that's when all hell broke loose..
Only a group of women with young children survived. To this day, no one has the same tale. Some say the village exploded in ice, as if from below. Others say the freezing death came as wind from above. And still others say that the cold simply appeared, then vanished, leaving a mass of frozen and stiff bodies in its wake. But the one detail that remains clear is that of a young man, dripping silver-blue blood, casting the white-eyed stare of death upon those who had judged and destroyed his village and family. Only one man knows the truth, a man who has taken (on occasion) the new name given to him upon that night of death.. Zero. Haunted by his past, terrified of the power within, he will ever be alone.
Donatien Delacroix Community Member 
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