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I walk down the halls feeling like a complete idiot. I grip my head. Am I not worthy to her parents? Am I not worthy for her love? I love her more than anything in the world. How can I prove that? I fought against Lord Mictlan. I thought I've proven it. Guess I was wrong.

I hear a noise from behind me. I see a shadow figure run. What the- Must be imaging things. I only have one eye. I turn and continue walking. 

"My dark lord." The voice says again. 

I turn. I take out my sword.

"Who's there?" I call.

A figure comes out of the shadows. He's small and cloaked. He wears a skull of a bird as a face.

"How I've longed to see the great dark lord." He does a bow.

"Who are you?" My sword lights.

"I am but your humble servant." He says.

"Back off." I say.

"Foolish naive boy. Have you not known your destiny?" He asks.

"What? My destiny? What are you talking about?" I say.

"You'll seen soon enough." He backs off into the dark of the room.

"Hey!" I yell.

I follow him but I find a servant girl instead. My breath is quick, and my hands shake. Destiny? What was that? I put my sword back. I let out a breath.