It's dark. It's peaceful. It's completely terrifying.

What awaits me in the depths of the shadows?

I run my hand across the floor. Rocks, cobblestone perhaps.

Then I hear the clink. It echos only a few feet away from me.

Clink.

I stand up, not to sure on what I was going to do. But I quickly use my senses to determine where I was.

The air was musty and stale in my lungs which must means I'm underground. The echos of the clink goes on for around thirteen seconds each time, so the ceiling is quite high.

Then there's a pop, and in the darkness I see an even darker shadow appear in what is a doorway.

A man.

"3.1415926."

I don't think, and step forward on command. He grabs me, and pulls me along with him.

I stumble beside him. My curly hair falling in front of my eyes.

The dark conceals the scars.

I try to think, I try to remember how I even got to this point in my life where I was being dragged down a dark hall.

Where was this going to lead?

Then up ahead light appears. We walk closer and closer.

The man next to me is in a dark cloak, so I can't see his face.

My eyes adjust quickly to the sudden light, and I see a man that has been around since before the trials started.

His white long beard tumbles to his stomach, and his bald head reflects the lights that surrounds us.

The cloaked man leaves quietly, without saying anything, and I go and sit in the empty wooden chair across from the bearded man.

Without an introduction he begins to question me.

I just sit there for a second, the realization that the man could see my scars freezes me.

Nobody gets to see them.

I lower my head, and I begin to answer the older man's questions.

"What do you remember?"

I blink. Then without fault I answer back.

"Master Jameston. Max the horse. Little Janet."

"Good, good, 3.1415926. Now what do you call yourself?"

What a stupid question.

"Ezra." I state without emotion.

The man writes down some things onto a tablet of sorts.

"Ezra, did you have a family?"

My head shoots up. Family? I squint in the man's direction, and lower my head again.

"No." I lie. Does he know the truth?

The man stares at me before writing this time. He knows.

"What about work, Ezra, did you have a job?"

I make a fist in my lap, and bite my lip.

"I was bought by Master Jameston, and he told me what to do. He was the almighty ruler of the house. I listened to his every word."

The old man makes a noise in his throat, and quickly writes word after word down.

Then he upbruptly stops and his head snaps up, his hand pushes my chin up so our eyes looked into each others.

"3.1415926, I mean Ezra, are you ready for The Trials?" Then cloaked men of verying heights came running in, and surrounds me.

They grab my arms, and blindfold me.

The Trials?

Then once again I'm being dragged. I watch as one of the cloaked men, women?, injects me with something.

Before no time my eye lids grew heavy and I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.