There wasn't much time left. I stood in the haze of an angelic morning and the mists around me faced each other in waves of light and flowing white smoke. There was a dense collection of hope flowers surrounding the cave. On the horizon, inhospitable rock formations rose like petrified men, twisted wherever space allowed. The air was spicy with the day's new musk, and as its scent surrounded me, the smell suddenly became an essence I had anticipated my entire life. Long ago I pledged myself to this courageous cause, and today, on this very day of death and peculiar beauty, I have adorned myself in black steel armor. Against the hazy, threadlike light, I became a walking eclipse. I was the darkest shadow against the rising sun, yet I knew that this morning an even more loathsome creature would die. However, I was prepared. Last night I adorned myself with the warmth of a dark helmet and last night, on my back, I sheathed the dullest blade, carved from broken iron. I wanted it to hurt when I hit him with a punch, a knife and a bite at the same time. Last night and even before, I created these tools of mine to draw the color of blood, the very ones I used to evoke fear. I have fought long enough for this day to come. No one needed to know me to see that I was immortal: a seed grown through a storm whose winds were filled with fire, swords, and, above all, a god's most heinous people. This was how I saw myself and others looked the same way; I was nothing more, nothing less. Possessed by the rustic silver of my rapier, I earned the title of brute and became infamous in the lands I managed to tread. One man, in particular, will see me as an unforgettable soul. My foot trod into the dimly lit den and sent echoes exploding through… middle of paper… he released my aggression and I sighed along with him. he could have dealt with anything but that. I immediately knew what was online for me. And suddenly, the air began to twist, as if water began to flow through a hollow channel within the atmosphere. Before my eyes, three images began to appear to my left and right. In the distance, the trees swayed in illusion as if announcing my impending doom. It was as if they were telling me to be careful, just be careful, like a dog. And I did, simply not interested in fighting the reinforcement I knew he was evoking. Then, before I could predict it, three fists hit my abdomen; the convoys had appeared from an event that disavowed all logic. And it was this art of a'Ragnum that hosted many of these events. My eyes collapsed under the weight of my heartbreak, the birth of my failures in this ill-fated journey. And, it wasn't a dream.