The traitors were pushed aside, they lost the respect of their clan, it was not forever, it marked them forever. The traitors had to prove their innocence, they were taken away by their friends, they set out for a journey, away from home journey. Sometimes they didn't return anymore, sometimes they lost the will to return. They forgot the way home, instead found their own throne, further down the abyss they finally belong. Winters passed and damaged the bones, guilt still marked the things they’d done, reminding the victim, becoming the victim. Conscience erased, it was the only way, demon inside, the only one to pray, I did so... I'm a traitor.