[ â™ ] He had slept for a long time, diving in fears, wishes and dreams. He saw his one and only friend dying over and over again, he saw himself failing at gaining immortality, he saw himself resting in peace. Just to see it all over again. He was tired of it, sick of it already. He wanted it to stop. He just wanted to hold his best friend and brother in his arm. Of course, death would come to everyone - eventually. But some things were just nor fair. Every time he dreamt he felt the hatred that brought him misfortune. He waited. The king waited for someone who'd call him, to bring this to an end.
And so it happened.
Something dragged him up, right into the sky. He fell upwards through a hole. Something shifted. And the king of heroes gazed at a young brunette woman. He crossed his arms, raised his head a little. "As divine king I order you to tell me your name!", he commanded. Who was the servant again? Apparently not him, judging by his words. [ â™ ]
