I turn to Varon as he walks forward. He speaks but does not even look back and only says “ I won’t be long.” To my right is a crying in disbelief, Ren and to my left is Sharshe. She's desperately taking notes of what she sees witch such desperation that she has forgotten about the existence of ink and has bitten the tips of her fingers off and now scribbles them across papers like a mad woman. It seems she will get along well with this groups style.

I like her she will be my jurisdiction!

And all I can say to this is…

It all seems stupid to me. Like can’t we just make our own way. Do we need this Varon maybe farming is a better life than for you. Although than again I get to eat a lot of nice things so it’s all good with me. I don’t know why we are here but I am hungry. Or is this being done so Varon could show we a world without limitations. I had some mushrooms the other day and saw some things I wanted Varon to try some but I ate them all myself.

I don’t understand. He opened the door and it was bigger on the inside. Is it that weide that everyone even goes crazy. I turn around and I see something odd. The man who was called mailman by Varon has his hands together in front of his face and as he sits on his knees in the mud he is bobbing his head back and forth repeatedly saying the same thing. What is he doing?

.

Does he expect something different to occur if he does it enough times. Isn’t that the definition of insanity. I have to ask Varon later. I need to ask Varon a lot of things but I never do. I need to make notes so I don’t forget my questions so easily.

Oh Varons returned and he's looks embarrassed. He then says with a deadpan face. “ Ahh sorry about this but for this to work I kind of need to be the only one present. Sorry about this but you need to leave. Sharsha I will give to it building diagram later can you please not get any more of your blood in here.”

Sharsha erupted at this “ What the fuck do you mean to leave such a great discovery behind. You make it sound like you are the dragon tha designed this place-” “ I did and am” Varons calm response completely throw Sharsha off. Than Varon said “ you can keep the door open if your curious. And when I leave this room I will be a black dragon and if i’m not than I am the smartest insane person who ever lived. Isn’t it that way a scholar should take what is before them. Instead of screaming it impossible test everything and every possible outcome and then say its might be but probably isn’t. There's nothing that is impossible. Just some very unlikely

things”

Sharsha fixed her hat that had tilted to the side that had gotten messy when she went frantic . It was hard to see but she look very offended and sharply reply “ of course. But still you are insane even if you are correct.”

Varon places on a very stoic face and slightly smirks. “ I knew I was right in choosing you”

Oh he looks really cool and handsome. I have decided I will play a cool, stoic and sexy beauty with a really argonaut smirk when i’m older. Just like Varon.

Varon faces his front and began to walk forward. Then like a cape he ripped his shirt from his body. It the first time I have seen his back. And the tattoo of a black serpent with wings that rips around a sword that seems to point its hilt up as if saying i’m really but as the serpent approaches the top it curls around the tip of the hilt so tightly and deeply that the line between the snake and the sword is blurred. And then the hilt opens up as it has become the mouth of a snake that reaches up from the lower back in a mighty attempt to reach and swallow the bight red sun that sits upon his back and slightly reaches his two shoulder pads and neck. While the snake curls around a sword that might as well be a handle because only the blades tip and sword guard is visible. The rest is concealed but the winged serpent. In fact the the sword guard is mostly hidden behind the snakes black wings.

As he was walking the snake and sword seem to be swallowed in shadows while the sun seem to rise beyond them. The sun look all powerful and mighty while the snake look like the peak of evil. It was demented in the shade and with every step the sun became more and more magnificent and the snake became a demented and vile version of its former self. The snake looked evil.

But soon something different happened the sun began to fall as Varon took a deep breath in. Or at least it began to look like it was falling but every now and then a small sliver of red light would strike upon the back of the serpent revealing it’s now hidden magnificents that seem to varsity surpass its former self. The snake now look as if it was truly about to swallow the greater red star. but all this reveal of greatness did was induce one thing… fear.

But the sword was nowhere to be seen. Only the snake now.

For the first time in my life I felt afraid of Varon.

It was the same fear I once felt for the world outside the cage. The fear of something far beyond my understanding. It was a world I could never reach. And yet the only word I could think of to describe the back. that seemed to shatter the shadows that cling to it in fear. For although it still looked like a demented and evil form of its once great image. There was no shadows to hide it and yet it felt like the light was to afraid to approach. Yet the only word that I could use to describe that back was not terror. It was not greatness or powerful.

For the first time in my life I felt fear for Varon. Not of him. It looked like he the snake was about to be swallowed. It was as if he was to afraid to eat the star because he knew not what to do afterwards not that he was unable. And the star that appears mighty in truth seems to rely desperately on the mouth of the snake to keep itself from exploding. The star looked like it was unable to withstand its own might.

For the first time in my life I felt fear for Varon and I remembered. I remember the words he told me during training. For his back was not a scary back. Or a strong back. Or a powerful back. It wasn’t a desperate back either. Or a hurt back with a wound or scar. It was simply a lonely back. Of a very lonely man. And once more I remember the line Varon told me. It was the line that will haunt me forever and ever. It will hunt me in my deepest nightmares or violate my greatest dreams.

And never have I ever believed it before today. How could it be true. How could I accept it. But I see now that even Varon doesn't accept his words. And how much he suffers for fighting them. He has, no is suffering far more than I can even comprehend. Just to prove one thing wrong to himself. No the world. For he said to me.

“Nothing lasts forever, even me.”