in the deepest cavern of the darkest light,

lies a shattered soul without the gift of inner sight,

through the abyss he spies the reddened skies, a mirror of apathy in ones own eyes,

stumbling on he fights to find his way, dreading this moment for the moon no longer held her sway.

he struggles on straining to find the path, but stops cold at the sound of a shattered laugh,

"whos there!" he cries, the words forced out as if to betray his lies.

he waits for an answer though none is given, he prays this moment his boldness is forgiven,

"i am AMARAK!!" the icy voice cracks.

with a horrid look of terror on his face, the man begins to curse this torrid place.

"i beg of you let me pass!" he cries, fearing the words may be his last.

"why in such a hurry?" Amarak coos, "you must know of me surely"

this wanderer knows not this place, he looks around to find a face.

(tat tat tat tat) footsteps on the granite ground, a tapping of an eerie sound.

stepping back from this sound the wanderer trips and hits the ground, "where are you!?" he screams looking for a form thats true.

out of the blackness a form comes through, astonished the wanderer looks on, Amarak steps foward into the fading light, "silly me i thought you knew... be frightened, for i.. am ..you!"

Ready for Act II now... Good write..

lol sorry been a bit busy act II coming later today