He turned the corner of his room, fingers and nail like claws gripping the doorknob, quietly closing the door behind him. He began walking down the candle lit hallway, his long dark brown hair draped over his shoulders down to the middle of his back.

His blackened cloths blending him into the hallways in which he traveled through, the shimmering light flashing across his dark eyes.

Slowly he emerged from the hallway into the main hall, creeping closer to the scaled winged figure upon the floor, his hand reaching across gripping the handle of the long sword at his side.

Standing above the figure, the scaled wings within finger tips reach, he noticed the other figure upon the floor. A man, dressed down in black blending with his black hair.

Swiftly his hand began pulling away from his body, unsheathing his sword...

"Who is he, and furthermore, who are you?"

Alone he sat within his room, trying his best to ignore the voices in his head, the shadows from the candles trying to play tricks on his eyes. he felt himself slowly drifting into madness, he could do nothing waiting here.

He pulled from his coat his deck of cards, fewer and fewer he seamed to have these days. His talent seamed to have been all but lost. He drew a card, one that had haunted him from long ago.

The Tower, the card of catastrophe, the card that brought about the end of all things good. then he brought about the 5 of swords. the card of rest. he set the cards upon the table and then went to bed.