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It was turning dark over the fields of Henesys. The wind toughed the soft hair of a girl not yet born, also not yet died. A shadow of a one who was once there. A great and noble warrior. What they brought was jealousy – said the shadow before disappearing with the next wind blow.

She fell on her knees. What had she done? The blood on her hands and her face, would tell you a story how she had seen rituals and sacrifices to a god clean, but not pure in heart and soul, this blood, the rhymers would tell different. Rhymer has it she killed the pastor, but were it true? Ask any person and they would say yes, but it was far from the truth. This girl, well actually woman, had been victim of a horrible action. She knew she had to do something, but with the blood on her hands, and the rhymers already infecting people, like a pledge, her story would never give her the credibility she needed. Her truth won’t be the peoples truth. She had to flee, had to run away from her family.

The greater good of god – a high priest order, whose power could crush a world, or open up a portal to a world not known to man, and may never be. For what lies on the other side of life is not to be toughed – the old scrolls says so, and what they say is law, for so the priest say. The scrolls never lie – Bishop, the leader of the guild. If you could, would you question this? A ragged old scroll with no evidence, nor credibility? For the sake of your life and beloved you would.

A truth is what we all seek. Whether it is the truth about life, or the truth of the laws you follow, for the sake of your life. You are as fake hearted as a clog! You will never turn out any good! – Elder woman at the priest order.
The darkness surrounded the poor man. He had been pressed down since he arrived at the age of 5. He is now 15 and considered a man, and the darkness is now complete. The light had left his soul and body the moment she called him ‘fake hearted’. Fake hearted he was not. If the elder men and elder women had known his background they would never haver dared even to look at him in a wrong way. When caught doing a sin, you can consider yourself a sinner, when you have caught yourself doing the unforgivable and let it slip your mind without the minor consideration, you have truly earned the title ‘fake hearted’. . . .