To have the Power over Death.
Chapter 1 : Present Day
A dimly lit room illuminates two silhouettes, standing facing one another. One easily recognized as a male. The other, dressed in a hooded robe.
“Is there really nothing else? The man ask.
“It is time.” it says.
“I still have more to give.” He said.
“You have given enough.” it says.
“I hate you.” The man looks up.
“Your hate is understandable.” it bows down it’s head.
“But, I don’t understand any of this…”
*Thud* *Thud* *Thud* ~A thumping sound was heard…
The man opened his eyes and sees the morning sky. He waves his hand across his face. The illusion broke and he stares blankly upon the ceiling. One of the wooden planks had come off and had slipped a sliver of light in. His head leans to the right, adjusting his angle to see how big the hole had become. He lays on his bed still thinking of that dream that he had.
As he stared into space he muttered.
“I still hate you…”
*Thud* Thud*
The man sat on his right side of the bed. He looks around, to locate the source of the sound. He sat for a few moment, stood up and made his way…
