There, in that barren place, he fled the cloud-monster, which he would later name Alioth. For now, it had no name, and he--he had--
Eventually, he found a hole in the ground where he couldn't see the sky, nor it him. He took out his dagger, called up the blade. There was no blood on it, no sign whatsoever of what he'd--what he'd--
There, in that dark place, there was not yet a throne, nor courtiers to attend it. There was only a boy, weeping to the night.
"I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it."
Too late.