NOTHING!!!" Vitor screamed at the top of his lungs. "I'M NOTHING!!!
"The bastards want me to slay something I do not know, HOW!!??" Vitor was confused, he had been going on all this time, without a goal, without a damn goal, then where was he going, he was furius, he thought he been tricked, "WHATTA HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!??" he shouted, no answer, the mighty desert had taken his strength, his mind perhaps as well, he could not take it, he was just roaming around, he needed a goal, for a goal was what he missed.
His mind could only think about the slaying, who was he to slay? or what?
He could not abandone the task set before him, the only problem was he did not know the task, he remembered he was told some of it, but the blow to his skull, and the stone ground he crashed into had beaten his memory out of him, he only knew he was on the right track, this built up anger within him, anger and fury!

"Whats going on Zorijas, You told me he was the one, what is this I see? said The Master, anger in His voice.
"My Master, I have never failed You before, I will not this time either, trust me Master, he will perform the task, he must." Zorijas responded.
Very well

"Such a wonderful place, where am I? Vitor almost sang out."
"This is the village of Thera, have you not heard of it?" said the villager.
The thoughts flashed trough Vitor's mind but he could not remember Thera in any way, he did not care, it had been so long since he was met with a friendly smile and people who would actually help him, he felt content, somehow he enjoyed the feeling, even though he had not felt it a lot. "No, I have not, care to tell me about it?"
The villager smiled and took Vitor's hand in greeting, the smile slowly forming into a friendly laugh, they both laughed and Vitor followed the villager to his home, there he spent the night, with his newly found friend.
"Ahhh, my friend, your up, come join us for breakfeast, I'm sure you worked up a hunger with all the laughing we did yesterday, have you not?" said the villager, leaning over Vitor as he was slowly waking up for another day.

"He has endured it Master, he has...he has endured it..." said Zorijas with a small evil grin.
"Very well Zorijas, I doubted You for a moment, but You have served me well, once again." The Master exclaimed.
"Is it time Master? Is it time? I will work it up for him, is it time Master?" Zorijas asked eagerly
"Calm down, time is what we have, be patient, what has gotten into You, do not fail me, I set this on You, it is up to You to decide, serve me well! responded The Master.

Wake up child...
wake up...
Im to ignore that, my name is Vitor, and nothing else.
wake up child... Your to sleep no more... no more...
My name is Vitor, do NOT respond, DO NOT RESPOND! Get a grip, your losing it, what am I doing, just ignore it.

A gentle touch stroke Vitor, as if petting him, the voice said once again, 'Wake up my child... The time is in...'
As if it was wind, Vitor felt another stroke on him, he enjoyed the stroke, he did... was he to wake up?
He opened his eyes, "yes, what do You want from me this time?"
"Good, you listened to me, you should... I'm your better, I'm speaking on behalf of The Master, he says it is time... Then it is..." the voice vibrated, no longer in his mind.
Vitor was scared, is he to meet the one he is to slay? What is going on? "What is it time for?" he asked.
The voice vibrated once again "DEATH!! You have served me and The Master well, but now is time for death, you done well."
"What!!?? Who is to die? What have I done?" Asked Vitor with fear.
The voice vibrated once again "You have gone on a trip, havent you noticed? you endured pain, sadness, confusion, anger, joy, all of them have you experienced and yet you have not understood?"
"NO!!!" What is there to understand? What is it I have done? "What is this, tell me, explain" said Vitor, tears joining his sad eyes.
Vitor, is what I called you, you accepted it, I gave you a task, you accepted it, I gave you pain, you accepted it, I gave you sadness, you accepted it, I gave you confusion, you accepted it, I gave you anger, you accepted it, I gave you joy, you accepted it, I gave you all of them, all of them are important parts of Life, I gave it to you, I GAVE YOU LIFE, now I am to take it, you have done well, you have been on a task, slowly slaying another part of yourself, untill now, now... you belong to ME! and this time I give you death, and you can not other the accept it, simple infidel, I AM THE PRIDE OF MY MASTER!!
"No!! It is not so, I was not given, I just... -sigh- You are correct, You are correct..." Tears filled Vitor's eyes, one by one they fell down and new ones came, like it would never stop.
"Zorijas! You have served me well, Vitor, I am The Master, you can not but serve me, I am your higher, you are my slave, as is Zorijas, but a stronger one, a better one, you worked hard, now comes what you deserve, what you worked for, DEATH!" The Master said as if from a distant place.
"Thank You Master, now I give you death Vitor, know that your death is for the better." The voice, the voice of Zorijas, exclaimed.

Vitor closed his eyes, not wanting to see what is to happen, suddenly he felt his body fading away, he could not but find pleasure in it, pleasure... for who? Now Vitor is gone, he no longer exists, there is no one to speak about any more, Zorijas was correct from start, he knew that mortals accept the simple things of life without question, as they are all part of life, he took advantage of it, and he succeeded, his plan worked, his Master was proud over His action.

Written by the Artist.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Mayan, in the year 256 AF.