The darkness surrounded me as time seem to fly. A clocked chime telling that destiny was coming closer. A small light hitting my face while I prepared my weapons for a war that I had no idea if I was prepared for. My stomach was filled with fear. It felt so weird to feel so scared for the coming battle. Yet the fear strangled my organs making them feel its dark and icy hands. I looked at my sword of ink looking to see if it was sharpen to the point of killing. Though darkness kept on creeping filling my mind up with worry. It was a tidal wave of doubt that cross my mind destroying what once was hope. I looked back at my blade and try again to sharpen it to the point of perfection. I sighed putting it down in hopes that everything was perfect. I walked to my bed slowly as if every step that I would take would slow time down so that I would have more to prepare. Yet it only seem that time had moved faster causing me to hurry. To deny this fear though I realize was folly for many brave souls were once scared. Though they accepted and past on to find victory in war or just in everyday life. That lighten my spirit just a bit. Realizing while I may not be praised as a great hero in whatever event was to come. I know that I would join in the lower ranks of these heroes. Even though, realizing this did not put me to ease as I toss and turn in my bed waiting for the horn calling for me to go to war. Slowly I felt Morpheus calling my name as night goes on which slowly I follow as he took me to a land of dreamless sleep.