This is what he had been waiting for so long.
He traveled around the world without rest.
He crossed rivers and climbed mountains.
He discovered unknown lands and learned about old ones.
He had killed, conquered, and destroyed.
All just for this moment.
He stepped onto the wrist of his enemy.
It was easy enough to take the stone away from her hand, still too early for rigor mortis to set.
The stone was grey and uninteresting - boring - but he knew better; this was not an ordinary stone.
He could feel the energy that it hold; an unstoppable wave of rage and pain and hate - life through and through.
He passed his thumb through the uneven ridges of the stone, every second bringing more feelings to the surface - fury and sadness and fear and darkness, so much darkness - He couldn't help but laugh at the sole idea that the most desired object of the world was the bringer of so much undesirable feelings.
At some point the rush after the fight receded and he soon found himself getting b