"Where are you taking me?" I wince.

"There is something you must know. Something about this plague." He answers.

His voice was soft and raspy.

"What could you possible tell me about what you caused?" I ask.

"We didn't know. We were utter fools." He answers.

"That we can agree on." I hiss.

"There's a lot you don't know boy." He looks at me.

"I know enough." I hiss.

"Ah... you have seen him. The true monster of darkness with high wings and sharp horns." He says.

My mind flashes to that horrible monster.

"... yes." I answer.

"I have seen it too. That is why I created something that will help." He says.

He leads me to a shallow room. The walls were covered in moss and cloth. I see lamps filled with glow worms. There were markings of equations and symbols I have never seen before. I see books, ripped scattered around.

"Is this your home?" I ask.

"One could call it that." He says.

"How long have you been here?" I ask.

"It was so long ago." He takes out a bowl.

It looks to be filled with some kind of green herbal paste. It smells bitter and it looks like slob. I draw back. I look around. This place looks so sad. This place looks like a prison. How long has he been trapped here?

"Let's have a look at that wound of yours." He says.