I was a human once, a human of an mortal state. Days past in an old city after the event. Which event you might say? Events that will never play again, but will forever be remembered within the minds of the survivors.

Would you like to hear this tale young ones? What's that, I can't seem to hear you?
Oh well, I guess you're never going to find out about what truly happened on that day. Glory showered down upon that city. Freedom was achieved for each one of them, forever free from their pains, sorrows and emotions. Or so I thought.
I'll tell you little book on my lap in the dirt. I'll tell you why I'm here now, wallowing in the memories of the past and mortality.

These memories rushed through my mind with a quickened pace, like a frenzied train. All too fast they were. Slower, slower they must be. My quill can only do so much talking on these stale pages. Inked with the metal scent of the living, my hand came to life, giving life to the very pages. Characters and memories merged into a physical form, taking a permanent place within history.

I was once human too you know. I used to live in an old shack within the city. Anyway. I was an idiot, just a plain old fragile human. I never liked my life. My crops died, my wife fell off a cliff, my worldly possessions were taken away from me by Vikings who loved ale with a sickening delight. I burned with a tormenting rage. One that I wished I could of purged of. But it grew. it was like intoxication. It chocked me, turned me bitter. I had completely secluded myself from all contact from my fellow citizens, who had all peachy lives. Envy settled in. Oh why, why did everyone have to be happy and filled with an glistening joy of life. I couldn't take it any more. I took a sheet of cloth and packed what little I had. The only thing I had left was food. I left at the crack of dawn, no one had seen me leave under the great glowing disk in the sky.

Several days passed. I swung an old stick with a vicious force, cutting through the foliage with ease. Most of my food was depleted. I hadn't found anything edible on my journey so far, which worried me. A single thought crept into my mind which I tried to shake out of attention. Though, it haunted me until I had reluctantly accepted its stubborn existence. Was I going to die out here? A bony skeleton dissolving in the mud, happily giving the forest the chance to pick the flesh off my bones.

I mustn't of been paying attention for a few minutes, while I was walking through the forest searching for food. The last thing I remember was glimpsing down a chasm. A stone vault of mystery and ill intent. I fell several metres. I felt each of my bones breaking as I collided with the stone walls, then bouncing back off and hitting the other side of the chasm. The pain was unstoppable and unbearable. My consciousness faded quickly. I met the ground with a mighty splattering.

Bathed in my own pool of liquid and entrails I lay silent in the darkness. I felt a tingling sensation within my mind. I was dead, wasn't I? I concentrated on its source. My mind blinked into a strange vision. All was grey.

I was standing on a raise of stone steps, leading skywards. My eyes met with another. It was our kingdoms mighty ruler, king Moln. Golden rings with jewels set into them caressed his knuckles, a dazzling crown rested on his head firmly, which was just as dazzling as his jewellery.

Such a man was respected and envied by many. Stabbing pains emerged within my mind. I palmed my hands across my face, gripping tightly. It was unimaginable. I bore an image of the king in my mind. But, this image was morbid. I pictured his severed head centred on a throne covered in red. Was it blood? Why was I thinking of such a thing. I couldn't hold it any more, the pain was too intense. I threw my head back up to the sky while the king's head laughed maniacally. My sudden forceful reflexes shred the very flesh off my skull, sheering my face clean off, leaving the bloodied bone to be revealed to the world. In a split second, just as the flesh had come loose within my fingers, I awoke.

A flash blinded my sight as I came too. I was at the bottom of the chasm, lying down across a stone cold floor. Something strange was amidst though. I was completely unharmed. No broken bones, no loose flesh within my hands. The pain that haunted my mind was absent. I couldn't make the slightest ounce of sense of it.

A silent mutter murmured in my ear. I flew my head around the darkness, trying to see.
" Who's out there? " I yelled. More whispers seeped through my ears. Silently intensifying until it became as loud as a roaring sea breeze in a harsh storm.
" I am." A masculine earthy voice answered directly behind me. I whipped around and jumped back in an instant and yelled in scared surprise.

Luminescent eyes glowed vacantly into space, strange markings pulsated on its hulking body, bluish light shed softly on its earthy mould ridden hide, which looked vaguely human in shape, and its head was covered by a gloomy petrified mask.

It stood over me, it leaned over with foul noises of old creaking wood and hovered its mighty face forward, lighting the area around me. It stared dead into my eyes. All I could see was blue flames gracefully dancing within the masks damp sockets. I was paralysed with fear, I couldn't make a sound. The hallowed whispers slightly dimmed within my ringing ears. Wet breathing swirled around me, in blue vapour, coming from the masks leaking interior.
" Envy, anger. It courses within your mind and veins squishy one." The voice bestowed.

My paralysed body loosened a little, I gripped the ground with out stretched palms and leapt back.
" Who are you? " I difficultly coughed up a short question, landing back on my behind.