Deep in the Darkness beyond mortal perception,

Where light pierces no more,

And potent power swirls,

Now without a head to lead,

An ancient will becomes forced upon a simple body

With one,

single,

mission:

to Free a shadow of what once was, now bound by betrayal and chains of its own making.

To throw itself against the impenetrable bastion of this world,

time and time again.

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In the darkness of a room, there sits a Man,

no older than 20 for sure, but it is hard to tell.

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Legs folded against torso, self embraced by arms he knew to have once held the power of armies at a whim,

And he was scared.

He knew his call, and he knew his purpose, Yet he did not experience it.

And in this dark room, he knew nothing but what he shouldn’t.

And in this room he had a revelation.

He needed to forget.

Forget these horrid images,

These vivid nightmares,

These grating …Hallucinations!

And…he cried,

and he cried,

and wanted to be free.

But he was free?

No!

Wanted to forget.

His place in the past,

his place in the future and his predetermined fate.

If he could just forget.….he could just forget!

Just Forget!!

In an instance he was up, in a moment by the cold stone wall, a few steps further and he found the damp, hard piece of granite chipped from the old pillar supporting the buried structure he found himself in.

splat.

Splat.

SPLAT.

ONCE, TWICE THEN THRICE AND IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE, HALF A DOZEN TIMES!

The rock slipped out of wet hands, dark droplets falling to the ground, Hands belonging to a now bloodied face, a large indent behind his left horn, sharp and jagged edges rimming the wound…

And his thoughts…were his own again!

…His own…

He was…

he was…

What was he doing here?!

A sharp and unbearable pain shot through his body, as the wound which should have killed him burned in agony.

A wound?

Where did he get it?

What…

He fell over, The vitality he once held inside now blown out like a candle.

And yet his soul endured.

Life is after all, just a pebble in the way, for what happens to a soul neither claimed by death nor life, for it existed outside of either jurisdiction?