The voice was like an echo in the heavy air, too faint to tell if it was a whisper or just something in my head. It's become far worse to silence my thoughts, as the dark creeps in on the light, eating it, piece by piece. Will I ever be normal again, to love without hesitation or boundaries? I fear not, but again, I do fear a lot.

I pushed myself further, not caring where I put my weight or if I would fall into the eated abyss and be gone forever. Some chances you must take and right now, I took my chance to find out who owned the voice. As I move, he reveals himself in white, black and gold, almost glittering against the backdrop of misery. I knew him, I've seen him before.

There is no room for gentlemen when death is upon us, but as I am not heartless nor a fool, I stop at a safe distance. "Midas.." The words I give life to, is neither a greeting nor a challenge. I simply acknowledge his existence. "Do you rememeber me?"

There is a lot you can forget abaout someone, but it's easier when they change their apperance. And boy did I do that. As the memories of wings and feathers push on, I am forced to turn my head and look. Nothing is left of that day, only a few white feathers and a stump, but in my eyes, I am more beautiful then I was back then. Now at least, they will not ask why I can not fly when I have wings. I've made the earth my kingdom, not the skies. Will you kill me for my choice, Golden King?

I am not 'well'. I am miles and lightyears away from being 'well'. If I was someone completely else, I would feel better, but here I am in this charcoal prison of flesh and bones, guarded by demons. No, I will never be 'well', but thank you for asking.

I gave my head a shake at his question while I tried to find a nice way to tell the truth. I am bad at lying, so I don't do it. "I have not, but I am trying to find some light in the darkness after all." I said, careful not to sugarcoat my situation too much or to be too honest. I don't think he would be so friendly if he knew I am the one who broke Africa and pushed her to the edge. No, some things are better left unsaid.

Feeling that the topic may become too close for comfort, I try to push it in his direction by a question of my own. "Speaking of darkness, have you heard anything new or is our situation the same as before?" I realized I knew too little of what was going on in the world, as my world was the only one I've put some effort into. Maybe it would be good to take my mind off it and focus on something else?

I even dare to take a few steps closer, just in case he know something I do not, for in that case, I would not want to miss a word. My hope for his answer, would be that things have cleared and the wraiths are no longer. Is that too much to ask for?