....pov
Zaddeus was two decades old, when they began.
"Time here stretches and it shrinks,
I may seem real yet I am not!
Find me and I will tell you why,
Find me!" It said.
He couldn't remember the last time he slept. Every night, of every morning, of every accursed day of his life, the damned voice would whisper in his ears. Sometimes it would be a soothing voice, like melodies from a good hymn, while other times they were loud shrieks, similar to those of tortured souls in hell. He couldn't take it anymore and, like any other human being, he sought for an escape. Committing suicide was out of the question so, he settled for drinking. Puerile behaviour, getting robbed by bandits and getting on the wrong side of the law due to his habits, was not something he looked forward to but, hey at least he blocked the voices for a while.
