[i]Alonfé sits quietly in his room, door locked. Books are strewn across the floor, notes on the wall. He reads a book, it's cover worn and dull, and throws it across the room in frustration. "To kill a God, to kill a God...." he mutters, over and over. He remembers Argyle's words: "The title "God" is just a label" "But how do you kill one so powerful?" I say to myself. I lie on my bed, exhausted. Nevermind him, Python needs help. I can't help him like this, so I close my eyes, and fall asleep immediately. Shadows cloud my dreams, a deafening roar shakes them. I look around, scared. It's time, I'm ready. The roar sounds again, shaking the very Earth. Two glowing red eyes penetrate the darkness, and a dragon rises on the horizon, bigger than any mountain. I can't, he's too strong. Before he strikes, it stops. I jolt awake, my pillow wet. I feel my face; tears line my cheeks. In the middle of the night, I cry. I'm expected to save the world, but how? I cry into the night, distraught and lost. I'm not worthy. I never was...[/i] [spoiler]Just a bit on what my character's going through [/spoiler]