Greetings" said the child, with a bit of fear in his tone. "What is it Master want me to do?
Master looked at the child that had been brought to Him, he could not yet understand why it was this child and not another, but he was The Master, and did not need to question anything nor anyone, he looked deep in the eyes of the child, and spoke:
Child, you have been brought here by Zorijas, my right hand, and one of my most valuable minions, he has chosen you to make a slaying for Me. This is your fate and you shall not question it, obey Me... Now go, Zorijas will lead you to the mark, he will instruct you. Now leave me be...

The child looked at Zorijas and with a wink they disappeared from the large room of The Master, the child, not knowing what had happened, he had only heard storys about The Master, awfull storys, storys of Demons and Death, where he heard this he was not sure, but he remembered them all now, and it was not a pleasent sight indeed.
"What is your name child?" asked Zorijas.
"My name? I have no name, I have had no parents to care for me that much to bestow me a name" the child responded.
"You have lived your life and have never been called anything?" said Zorijas, a slight confusen in His voice.
I am not sure, I been called many things, boy, punk, scum, names if You would call it.
A name I shall bestow you, you will be known as Vitor, and will respond to Vitor and only Vitor, nothing else." Zorijas put his old hand on Vitor's forehead and shouted out the name. "VITOR!!!!
A echo sent the name around, like if in a cave, soon it faded ntill the echo had died and was no more.

"Vitor, I have brought you here, I work for The master, you will work for me, The Master do not tolerate anyone questioning his words, neither do I, if not from The Master Himself of course, now, listen carefully, It will not be told to you again, I have a quest for you, which you will do and will succeed in, that is decided by me, and you are not to fail me nor my Master.
As Zorijas explained what it was he demanded of Vitor, on another plane, The Master felt as He had done wrong, a simple child, not bigger not stronger then anyone, a normal child, still in search for his powers, that is what he took. 'Why do I feel this way, I... I can not be wrong, I can not...no, I am not wrong, the child is capable of the task set before him, the task is not a hard one, no, the child will do... Am I not the Master, what am I then? I am the Master, who else could be?'

"Now go, do not come back when the task is finished, there is not other, I will call you again if I feel for it, know who my Master is, know who I am, and now leave, do what is set before you." said Zorijas with a voice Vitor felt threatening. A small gateway opened before him and without a word he entered, not once did he look back to face the one that had given him a name, the one that had given him a task, a task he was to do.


BOY, you rotten piece of shit, GET UP!! Why are you still sleeping, GET UP!!! get to work!!
Vitor jumped up in fear of the huge man standing before him, before he could turn his eyes towards the man, he felt a enourmus pain strike his head and he was slung towards the stone ground, his tiny head crashing into the stone, blood running down, as if the skull was crushed. Black, only black, nothing else could he see, pain in his body, a pain he never felt, a pain he did not realize existed, from the skull down to his weak knees, he could feel only pain, as if nothing else existed.
A picture, a picture of a tree, a huge tree, green on the top as if it was a volcano and had erupted with green, a most beautiful sight, had he ever seen something like this? He tryed to stand, but his legs could not stand, he tryed to shout, but his lips would not move, all he could do was to see, was this paradise? Was it? He did not know, how could he, he had just opened his tiny eyes, all he could remember was pain, the pain he so much wish to forget, but he can not, its like its imprinted into his mind... Vitor... that is me, that is what I was named... No more, no more...
Days went on, Vitor slowly regained his strength, he strenghtened himself by eating the bark and the green of the tree, when it rained, he licked the water running down his cheeks and was able to drink. His limbs got better and he could once again stand and walk, his mouth was once again able to move and shout, his skull... his skull still echoed in pain, a pain he had gotten used to, so used to that he could now ignore it. He had no clue of where he was, only who he was, his name was Vitor, and he had a task, was this a part of the quest? a part of what he was to acomplish?

The rocks was not much of friends, not comfortable to walk on, nor comfortable to sleep on, the lions moving around here did not make it better, Vitor knew that he was on his way, on the right way, he just needed time, Zorijas had not given him anything else but the task itself, meaning time was the only thing he had. The pain grew weaker and weaker for each day that passed, but it was still there, his skull was almost healed, the rocks did not make it a lot better, but they was the only things he had.
'Why have i been chosen, whats wrong with me? What have i done? -sigh- Im not strong, am I, I am not special, am I, but what am I? Why have I been chosen by The Master to do this, I do now know, I do not know... -sigh-


Yes Master, he is on his way, time... time is what it takes, but we are patient Master, we are, we will be pleased when he finishes the task, for he will acomplish what is set before him.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Mayan, in the year 256 AF.