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Amidst the overbearing, moist heat of the soft wind blowing past the warrior's charred ears, a mournful and yet hopeful moaning incerted itself within the bounderies of the lone knights hearing. At that moment, when all hope found in his heart was to become empty and the tragidy and sorrow seemed to fester and accumulate, a light shined through the darkness. As glass shatters to peices, so the light echoed madly off the unclean walls of the smoke clouds.
"And never before have I seen such optimistic enlightenment," the lone traveler muttered with his regretfully scorched throat. "Thank you." He fell through the bounderies of death but where he landed was unkown.

Black. Like peeking into a deep, dank, and dark garden of pitch blackness. How dark it was that the darkness actually sucked the heat out of this reproachfull room. Then, shattering the stillness, the small but well heavy iron port cullace lifted and away swung the impenitrable oak threshhold unfolding sunlight. At long last, the sun.

(to be continued)