The earth has bellowed and the ground is shaken and it wants me no longer within its realm.
So I have here arisen from the ground beneath and brought back again into this world. It is cold and numb and dissipate from the last, and I reconcile the taste anew in my lips of the air. The sight of gold and amber of the sun gleaming oncemore burns within me hope.
And there is a man, just as I used to be, standing afront of me, cast in a long gray cloak who touched upon the earth in a shadow, but I knew it was a man for no other creature would bow but one as foolish as they are, and as he arose from his prostration, I harkened to the winds of the old earth, hearing its whistling cry, same as it was an eon ago.
"It is always a man who calls upon me," I said. "For it is never an elf or a wretched creature but the kindfolk of men."
"Funny, for it is you seem just as a man as any other." He said, clutching to his staff at the height of a gust of wind.
"It is not me. It is what you are, a man like any other."
"Stop! And you are to be grateful!" The lesser begged, "I have unbound you."
"Yet you have unbound me from the earth rather than from the heavens."
And the man glimmered a youth which was so unusual. "It is no angel that I wish to call upon."
