Looking back on my past,
I see only black.
Like the blackness of greed,
Like the blackness of evil,
Like the blackness of a night without a moon.
No one cares if I die.
I have no friends,
Only enemies.
What friends I did have have left me,
Deserted me.
Now I am doomed to a life of pain and sorrow.
My mate and son have died a remorseful death because of my past wickedness.
I could go back, but I will not.
I cannot.
But no.
If I can't face my past, I cannot look foreward to a future.
Maybe there is a possible light after all.

-Scar after the hyena attack