There wasn't any chance of survival. Death was imminant and I was looking at the for front of a new beginning. Excitement coursed through my mind and I felt rejuvinated with a vigor I hadn't felt in all of my years. As I passed through the realm of the living to the realm of the deceased I realized I was still alive. There was something there but it wasn't the world I was used to. I looked upon the new world as if it was going to be something that would last but it was not to be. Everything went black and then there was a bright light. I awoke in a place that was unrecognizable. There where beings there but they weren't human. I soon realized I was one of them. I had taken on a new cellestial body and a new persona. I know longer even felt like myself. I knew who I was but I didn't even think the same. My thoughts came diffrently but they where still understandable. It wasn't a new language that made them seem foreighn but it was the fact that I would think them at all.  In my former life I never thought like this and I had completely diffrent feelings about those thoughts. What was this and what had I become. A new persona a new body and an entirely new life. I couldn't wait to get started to see what adventures would be bestowed upon me throughout.

Everyday I come to the same conclusion. The harder you try the faster you die. The faster you die the sooner you go and when you look back at life you'll wander the road that you took and wonder the why as to why you went the way that you did. As I wander the road I look forward with anticipation and look back with remorse. Never again the same mistakes will I make is always in my mind and all the time in my mind I look to the future. As I make the past the distant past and and struggle to make the future the destination I want it to be. My struggles are real but they seem pointless for in the end the destination is always the same. As it grows nearer I wonder what the final destination will be. How long will it be before I reach it and what consequences will be bestowed upon me for the life that I've lead.

Once upon a time in  dark forest lived a King. The King of the dark forest. He was a good King but he liked things very dark. One day things got so dark the humble people could not see. They begged the King to return light to the forest however he would not. In despair the people called upon the one person they thought could overthrow the King and return the light. The humble merchant named Merchant. Being a merchant Merchant's life depended on the light so he knew what he had to do. He grabbed his trusty sword and headed off in the direction of the Kings castle. Once he came upon the castle he scaled the 160 foot wall and silently sneaked into the kings quarters. "Yes" yelled the King as he spotted Merchant lunging towards him. "Restore all the light." Yelled Merchant. "Never" said the King of the dark forest. "Then I will behead you" yelled Merchant. "Behead me indeed" yelled the King. Once Merchant had the Kings head cut off all light returned. The moral of this story is don't get burned.