Everyone had their own destinies. We all had different paths in life. Our lives start at unequal points and end at different points. How far you go is decided by yourself and the circumstances that shape your immediate environment.
No matter how great you think you are, you are nothing but a product of your environment and therefore subject to its consequences.
"Amon… Amon…" His breath was heavy as he repeated the name like a chant.
Anger, grief, and humiliation raged within him, pushing him forward as he thundered through the savanna-like terrain scattered with trees, brown grass, and shrubs.
How far could he run if he didn't carry his hatred on his back?
Xander was raised on the principles of a proper noble, steadfast and honorable. It was this rigid and unchanging mentality that had driven him all his life; never once had Xander broken his beliefs.
What doesn't bend will surely break, and Xander was perhaps already broken, driven by his pursuits.
