Maybe, if the shadows hadn't attacked, he wouldn't despise heroes. Maybe, if his parents hadn't gone back, he wouldn't hate love. And maybe, if he hadn't looked back, he wouldn't have been transformed into a monster. But there are too many maybes, and besides, this is who he is now. And if there is one thing he knows, it is the simple rule that, no matter the mournful anguish, or the nightmarish guilt that will never cease to attack, there is no going back. Only heroes go back, after all, and he is not a hero.
Heroes are killed, and he has no intention of dying. No: instead, he will follow the only law he had ever obeyed faithfully, no matter how monstrous it made him.
His golden rules, so to speak.
The law of survival.
His name is Rubin, but his story starts before it ever was. His story starts, not with Odmar or Fox or Raven, but with Oben, and although they are the same, they both are so very different. Rubin is a heartless, relentless thief of lives and jewels and gold. Oben was a cowardly fool, and Oben is dead.