"So we shall think about your name now."

Zhang Yong made a face like he was thinking. ​​

"What do you want to be called?"

"...."

Zhang Yong sighed and kept on thinking for some time. His mind went here and there but then an idea hit his mind.

"HEY! Why don't I call you fuzzy?"

The lion whose eyes were closed, hearing this name his eyes immediately shot open.

He gave him a disgusting look before again moving his head to the other side.

"What's this look? It's such a good name. See you are so fluffy and fuzzy this name suits you a lot."

Zhang Yong gave him a wide smile but he only ignored it.

"You make me feel like me stupid."

There was a big pout on his face as he said that. This time he moved away from the lion and sat near his stomach using it as his bed.

"Wah. This feels so comfortable. It's decided then I will call you fuzzy from now on." He looked at Fuzzy before saying, "I still can't believe that you are my pet now."

He was just about to push himself a little more in his stomach when all of a sudden his eyes fell on a papaya laying a little distance from them.

He immediately got up from the floor and without thinking much started to walk towards it.

"This probably fell down when I hit it."

He couldn't help but smile like a little kid. He looked up to look at the papaya which he tried to hit earlier and it was still there.

His smile vanished as soon as he saw that and rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, I still did a good job. I Am proud of myself. "

He mentally patted himself for doing a good job and picked up the papaya from the floor.

He went back to the lion and sat beside him. Using his sword he cut down the papaya but as soon as he did it, his eyes widened as he saw the...

Zhang Yong used his sword to cut down the papaya but as soon as he did it, his eyes widened as he saw the fresh papaya with reddish orange skin, it was soft to the touch.

Zhang Yong cut the papaya and scooped the seeds out of it. His mouth watered at the sight of the fresh papaya in front of him. His stomach also growled now.

Without waiting a minute more he started to eat that papaya and enjoyed it to the fullest.

As soon as he finished it he again laid back on the lion. His eyes were now closed as he yawned.

"Now this is good."

He smiled thinking how he was surviving there until now. He was actually feeling quite confident.

"I think.... I can do it now. I will bring my all souls back and complete myself again. After that I will get my revenge from that bish ex girlfriend of mine and those friend and relatives of mine."

He rolled his eyes thinking about them but still he felt a little hurt when he realized that his girlfriend cheated on him who he loved wholeheartedly.

"One day she will come and beg me to forgive her but at that time I WILL NEVER forgive her."

He was just in his thoughts when all of a sudden he heard a voice coming from the side. Zhang Yong looked here and there trying to find the source of the sound.

"Who?... Who is.... Who is there?"

He kept on waiting for some time but when no one came he said to himself. "Calm down Zhang. No one is there."

Zhang Yong tried to comfort himself saying this, he laid down back on Fuzzy. He was actually scared now and closed his eyes.

"Let's just sleep, Zhang."

He gulped the lump in his throat, he was laying there beside Fuzzy straight with his face facing the sky. He wasn't able to see the sky properly as that tree was covering them.

With a stretch and a yawn he fell asleep snuggling into the lion more and more. He finally was feeling a little better. Slowly he fell deep in his sleep and forgot about all those thoughts which were actually hurting him. Falling asleep was always his safe place, his cocoon.

In sleep he soon felt that he was the cradle of the loving universe, as if for those hours of dreaming he had returned to heaven's arms.

He was now in his sleep and deep in his deep dream….

>>>>>>In The Dream:

Zhang Yong opened his eyes only to see himself sitting in cell. He looked here and there but all he could see was darkness.

He tried to move but felt weak and just kept on sitting there on the bed of that cell.

He was sitting in a jail cell for so long that he never even checked to see if the walls were solid.

"Where am I?" Zhang Yong finally asked himself.

He heard screams from other cells and they paralyzed him from even getting up from the bed and trying to reach the door which was clearly made of some rods.

His head felt heavy like it was hurting badly. He held it with his hand and groaned with pain. Again he heard screams coming from outside.

He was scared as hell but still he tried to get up from the floor to see where he actually was.

Soon the brilliant light of dawn shone in, he stood up and put his hand on the bars. With a prayer he pushed with all his might and after a brief flash of pain the prison cell itself was left behind him on a hill.

From the outside it was tiny, pathetic. After so long crouched in the dark he stood up and let the light warm his skin, his hair flowing in a heavenly wind.

He moved and looked around again to check where he was. He turned around only to see a wall on the back.

Upon the walls written in stone were the words "fear" and "guilt." He threw his head toward the sky.

"Where....