He found himself walking down a long dark tunnel, that seemed endless, the more he walked, the less sure he was of himself. He can not see where he is going; he does not know what time of day it was - or even what day it was. Help! Anybody!. The only reply were the echoes of his own hollowed out words. The tunnel felt hollow, the words felt hollow, he felt hollow. Time seemed to stand still, yet the further he went the more it seemed to have passed. A bright light glowed at the end of this void, this light came fast, too fast. The void that had him trapped, dramaticly changed to him now being engulfed in a bright light. Just as instantaneous, he fell down deep into an unknown.


    Just another bad dream, Zilian says to himself.


    sigh


    How could anybody could eat that? He may never know, but he did not mind Farame eating it, cause that seems to be all he eats, which in turn meant more food for him. Zilian grabbed his plate, devouring his food in rather ravished manner. Another benefit being on his own, he did not have to worry about manners.


    I''m sorry sounded adequate. Although, he knew that wouldn''t mean much of anything at this point. He took a seat on the chair, weighing in what Farame truly had to go through, all he could do was lay his palms on his knees. In a moment of relapse, he realized he has not mourned over losing his father, whereas Farame still held close to what happened to his son.Could it be I am still holding onto hope?