Moonlight shone intently through the glass windows, intensifying ghastly images dancing upon the walls of the great hall. The sound of stones against stones can be heard faintly from somewhere. A boy senselessly drifted along the hallway. His footsteps echoed and echoed almost to no end. Then he came upon a great gate, decorated with gold coating. Upon it, a great battle field, where the dead lay piles after piles and the wounded living looked up in awe at the sight of a great angel. The angel, though his face seemed impassive on the cold golden surface, but two rolls of tears flowing down from his eyes to his cheeks, and the third eye upon his forehead half opened in despair. The wings of the angel although shone a brilliant light, but it seemed wounded and tore.
Beyond the door, a moaning sound altered into obvious shrieks and groans of pain. The boy eyed the angel and he too shed tears, though he felt no apparent emotion hinting this was an act out of pure impulse. He felt at first slightly disturbed by the sound then annoyed by it, a burning sensation in his chest. He grabbed his chest with one hand, it appeared being sear by an invisible flame responded to the painful cry. He gasped for air, his face almost out of color. The door slowly shrieked open letting an eerie sound into the atmosphere. The cry continued, and the boy although resisting but seem to be draw in by unseen strings. He suddenly felt a strange feeling, as if he already knew, and at the same time, do not know what going to happen next. The cry intensified and became vivid as the distance he travels in the darkness of the room lengthened. The full moon shone semi revealing cold faces of stone statues along the wall, their eyes lifeless. He could make out with his eyes a pathetic creature crowding into the small space of the corner up a head, cowardly and still shrieking in pain. He tempted to go further, but his instinct told him otherwise. Clack… a sudden sound of a stone piece against something with similar substance, sharpened his alertness. He turned to his right, and in the darkness, he make out an old man sitting down, and in front laid a stone table, upon it numerous of black and white marble stones. This old man was there all along and yet he was not aware of it until now. The old man was the first to speak, an almost whisper, “God’s Will.”
“Why don’t you end it?” the old man continued, “End that suffering, end that pitiful annoyance sound.” The old man lifted his finger pointing to the left of the boy, a sword, seemed to be hammered down to the ground. “Pick it up, and end it.” With one hand still on his chest, the boy loosens up his other palm and then wrapping his long bony fingers around the handle. However, surprisingly, to the boy as well, the sword was simple to pull out from the earth. “End it.”
Thumps… Thumps… Thumps… His hearts and body became one, now more than ever aware of the surrounding. Thumps… Thumps… Thumps… The creature seemed almost human creeping more toward the wall and away from him, maybe the last desperate attempt to struggle. Thumps… Thumps… Thumps… A lightning struck in the almost empty sky, and with the light, the boy saw it. Before his eyes, is himself, wounded all over, bleeding. Bloods…. Thumps Thumps Thumps Thumps. “God’s Will”
