Dawn. The sun rested on the horizon, eager to rise, knowing it was its time to shine. At that precise moment Kyle began to appreciate the peaceful nature that had presented itself to him. He could finally feel the warmth of the sun gently touching his skin with its fragility, the feeling Kyle was feeling now couldn't be expressed in words but only emotions showing on Kyle's face: relief. His legs hung over the edge of the cliff where his father, a wise man of great faith in the Trinity, was buried. After eight hours of mental and physical torture he could now feel freedom and his eyes shone with the sparkle of hope that reflected life, an energy so powerful, yet it could be a poison capable of instantly killing someone without hesitation. Images of Rebekah, a childhood friend, being brutally murdered were on loop in Kyle's head. An accident that happened 5 years ago is now a scar that haunts him even in happy moments. This wasn't a scar, it was a curse. Luckily parts of his memories were willingly abandoned to extinguish the recurring nightmares that approached him every time he closed his eyes. As he sat there, lost in thought, he saw a small pig next to a trough. . A trough made from the trunk of a tree known to be the most resistant, one-of-a-kind type of wood, which can only be found among the fruitful woods of the mysterious elves and the cursed jungle of the damned demons of the night, ruled by the god of death himself – Thanatos. Suddenly the torture had come back to undermine his sanity, destroying him piece by piece starting from his brain. Kyle's forehead was cold and sweat dripped from his hair that clearly had... middle of paper... everything the Warlord had done to it. "Damn these bad memories!" Kyle shouted. Faukes let go and was surprised by the pain he could see in Kyle's eyes. Kyle was now on his knees on the fertile ground, folding his hands praying for this mental suffering to end. He began to beg the gods for mercy and urged them to take his soul away from this terrible world that had never brought him anything good. Within seconds, Faukes slapped him with all his force causing his "brother" to fall onto his side, nearly decapitating Kyle. He couldn't accept this weak side of Kyle, the bravest distant cousin he'd known all his life. She had idolized Kyle and adored his personality, being the wisest and liveliest "brother" she had ever had. Kyle was now in a fetal position and was crying at the same time while mumbling gibberish that made no sense to Faukes..