"It's time Jongin," declared the voice behind the shadows. The voice sounded hoarse and weak, but one has no idea what kind of creature is lurking behind it.

The seventeen year old boy--Jongin--momentarily appeared in front of the shadow on his knees, with his head bowing.

"Yes father," he muttred.

"You have been trained long enough," his father spoke. Jongin felt shivers going down his spine, he knew what was happening. He waited for this moment for a very long time. This is it, he thought, my quest.

"Being my youngest and bravest son," the shadow croacked, "I command you to destroy 'Ilah's second son." 

Jongin waited for his father to say something else, but he didn't, he kept quiet. 

What now?

He didn't even dare to speak, he wasn't given permission to.

He waited, and waited.

But nothing.

It was so quiet it was almost scary.

He was about to open his mouth to speak, but suddenly he felt empty. It felt as though everything just disappeared.

Jongin tried to perceive what was happening, but his brain refused to.

All he knew was that he was falling.

Then, it seemed like he was being pulled up.

But gradualy, the sickening feeling went away.

He doesn't know how long he was hanging in space, but after a while, he materilized on a wooden bench.

He was sitting under the blue sky, there was green grass underneath his feet, tall trees in the distance, and human's all around him.