A young boy sat huddled around a bright fire at night.Shivering there wasn't much to the boy weak scrawny and lifeless.As if even death refused him company the boy was alone in the dark.

Not much could happen in our world you know you'll hear a cat a dog.Maybe a scream or shouting but here.In this place there was no silence no rest only howls roars and snorts and cackles.

Suddenly the boy started twitching and writhing as if in agony ,his screams echoing through the forest.

"arghghh.. helpp"

'no one can here you.. your alone. with no one to care about you'

"I know but this is all I am... and if no likes it then begone"

Sweat dripping down his back, tears in his eyes the writhing in agony continued.

"your resilience to your fate is commendable.. willing to fight all alone"

"Is that truly what you want...to stand alone?"

"No I wish for more for greater a place of my own to rest and find peace!"

"And for those like me to know peace and rest!"

Nothing.

For an hour he laid there not daring to move.Whoever tormented him was gone.

He stood up to find the fire had burnt out, nothing left to do he marched off into the night.

Boiling with rage at his weakness and at others ignorance and neglect!

'For now I can only raise it all down and create anew!'

A fire grew brighter in the distance an old man hunched over like a tree staring into a huge pot.

"Boy he seems to like tormenting you to does he!"

muttering under his breathe the old man beconed closer.