The light burned above my head. It shone bright around the corners of every shelter. A white ominous light, so strong that it hummed. Hummed a beautiful melody. The light slowly cascaded around my whole body. Drenched in sweat, I tried to rip the light off me, because I knew what this meant, I've seen it only once before. I fell to my knees as a crowd began to form to watch. Always a crowd, always. They were of their own specious, seemingly sought with one brain and no personality. All with no restraint. It is easier for one to accommodate themselves in organized chaos then let themselves believe they are capable of such things on their own. They fool themselves to believe that they are two different people, and neither one knows the other exists. They are everything that reveals emotion. They feed with curiosity and kill through judgement. I hate them. I feel their stares. Their false belief. All their anguish, it has become mine. I scream. They inch forward. I weep. They inch forward. I gravel at their feet. They inch forward. They come forward until they are practically stepping on me, or at least that's what it felt like. The crowd is all one face. Except I'm afraid I'm seeing my emotions on their face. They steal everything from me, and plaster it as their own. There is no stopping them. They are invincible. Finally the light fades away. And my suffering becomes a dull echo. I lay motionless on the floor, I hear the murmuring of the crowd. Questions, all there is is questions. Why me, I thought. I finally look up, my eyes rimmed red as the notice around me suddenly becomes silent. They clear a path for a man to walk down the hill towards me. He is old, with thick gray eyebrows and silver hair tied in a ponytail at the back of his head. He walked slowly with a wooden cane. His wisdom was well know through out our town. I sat up to watch his decent from the castle on the hill. When he reached me, his bright green eyes stared on me. His eyes, the only bright thing about his dull and grey essence. He wore grey robes and spoke warmly, " Have you felt the light of Rath?" I gestured around, " I don't think so! I think the light came from somewhere up yonder." The crowd remained silent. The old man's voice became hard and serious, " I do not misplace the light. It still glows inside of you. You have been Crowned. And your aren't nervous am I right?" I didn't respond. " But that is as it should be, you have just been quested with a mighty responsibility. Something that should be taken seriously." He looked me over. "I know you. You will not be easy." I chuckled. "What's funny" the old man asked, "Its just that...people that have been crowned previously have been really smart." I replied. "Do you not think yourself smart Mason. You understand things. You analyze everything whether it pertains to you or not, is that not intelligence in itself." "You question things, and that's a persons truest and greatest power of all. "
