MAGE SATHA
Twenty-one years earlier:
Fourteen-year-old Satha circles his bloodied father. A chilling grin besmirches the youth’s face as he dangles the sticky switch before the elder’s nose, ready to strike. Tied hand and foot, his father hangs upside down from a tree branch. Fresh welts, bruises, and open wounds cover his damaged body. But young Satha feels no regret. Rather, fury, revenge, and fear mix together and boil over.
“I could kill you,” the teenager screams, “and it would serve you right after killing Mother. And all those times you did this to ME! How does it feel to exchange places?”
A fist of rage lands in his father’s side. Then, Satha grabs his machete. He lifts the blade high above his head and begin to thrusts it downward. His father yelps in a final plea for mercy. The rope severs, and the man drops headfirst to the muddy ground with a thud.
“If I ever see you again, I WILL kill you,” Satha hisses through clenched teeth as he storms away from the disavowed man.
Fourteen-year-old Satha circles his bloodied father. A chilling grin besmirches the youth’s face as he dangles the sticky switch before the elder’s nose, ready to strike. Tied hand and foot, his father hangs upside down from a tree branch. Fresh welts, bruises, and open wounds cover his damaged body. But young Satha feels no regret. Rather, fury, revenge, and fear mix together and boil over.
“I could kill you,” the teenager screams, “and it would serve you right after killing Mother. And all those times you did this to ME! How does it feel to exchange places?”
A fist of rage lands in his father’s side. Then, Satha grabs his machete. He lifts the blade high above his head and begin to thrusts it downward. His father yelps in a final plea for mercy. The rope severs, and the man drops headfirst to the muddy ground with a thud.
“If I ever see you again, I WILL kill you,” Satha hisses through clenched teeth as he storms away from the disavowed man.
