A journey bestowed upon the young Traveler, unknowing of the times and periles of the path set ahead, yet he still strode on.Beckoned by lighting and winds unparallel like any other, cutting knives edges they were, refined to a point and that point was at our young antagonist.Finally opening his eyes after a long walk through the winds of knives he appeared through the other side- with merely a shabby bit of clothing and the essentials he packed with him.Leaving this storm and seeing what was on the other side was unquestionably a beauty to behold. Nothing short of paradise he thought, taking one step at a time as the storm had taken what soul was left within him, feeling heavy with every step he could barely move

.Every bit felt like lead and the very terrain beneath him was...