Post by stryker on Aug 20, 2013 4:39:07 GMT -5
Brian sat on the ground in this large clearing located in the middle of a lush green forest. The memory of what just happened still burning in his retinas as he replays the horrifying events in his head. The abandoned house, the ticking clocks, the chanting, the evil dolls, the blackness. It all happened so fast that Brian had no chance of mentally preparing for anything. He was done here. He just wanted to get out of this bizarre world. He wanted to go home where his best friends were. He wanted to walk into his apartment in Philadelphia and see his dog Bruce welcome him home.
This world was gonna be the death of Brian. First the Jaberwocky, then the Victorian dolls. Now who knows what is lurking beyond this forest. Were dinosaurs roaming freely here like some deranged Jurassic Park? Maybe there was a yeti roaming the mountains. The horrors of the unknown were to become the true test of the fragility of Brian Stryker. Could he with stand what lies ahead, or would he lose himself to the madness of this world?
Milton: Brian, I know you don't want to hear this, but we must move. We are still in serious danger sitting here.
Brian looked at the turtle he was traveling with, with a look of complete emptiness. His eyes, once full of life, were now filled with nothing but sorrow. The pressures of this world were weighing heavily on the psych of the young high flyer.
Milton: Please Brian. I can't promise things will get better from here, but they will get worst for sure.
Brian looks from his turtle to deep into the groove of trees before him. He knew that the Jaberwocky was surely not far behind them and clearly heard them scream earlier. He gets up from the floor and dusts himself off. He turned heel and starts to walk as far away from the clearing as possible. He walked in silence, the sound of nature being the only ambiance. The tweeting of the birds. The whistling of the wind through the trees and leaves. The cracking of branches under Brian's shoe.
Stryker's Thoughts: This world is much different then anything I've been to before. This world is all to real. To die here would mean to die in reality. Just what I need some Freddy Kruger shit.
Brian continued to walk through the forest in silence, pushing his ways past the trees, feeling like they were closing in on him, making it much harder to escape their deadly maze. Slowly the sun started to set as the orange warm glow of dusk became the haunting black of twilight. Now Brian was stuck traversing through unknown plains without a light and no knowledge of where to go. He just kept pushing forward through the trees in hope of finding some form of civilization that could give him shelter and solace from his nightmare, albeit for the night.
As the night went on and as the forest seemed to grow larger and larger, Brian's mind started to wonder. He wondered if he was at the end of his life. Would the ticking end for him? How would he be discovered back home? Was he even back home? Was this world all the more real then he original thought? Brian quickly shunned these thoughts from his head as he knew that to think like that was the worst thing to do besides admitting defeat. Brian had to carry on. He had to preserve no matter what he faced. After what felt like eternity, the never ending maze of trees finally ended and now facing Brian was this ever looming cave.
Stryker: First a house now a cave. Let's just get this over with.
Brian took a deep breath and entered the cave, once again being met by a deep darkness. Brian felt along the walls looking for something he can use as a light, when he felt the rock under his hand retract. Suddenly the rocks started to glow with a blue light. It was a soothing light that made Brian feel much calmer about exploring this cave. He took another deep breath and continued to walk down this long path, deeper and deeper into the cave.
As they traveled down the rocky paths, the sounds of a river slowly began to echo throughout the cavern. Brian, having a small flicker of hope, followed the sound. As the trickling grew louder, Brian was filled with a sense that he found a place to relax and at least a moment to rest. Finally after following the sound, Brian came upon his reward. A beautiful flowing river with clear fresh water. The sound of the babbling water calmed the hectic mind of Brian.
He sat down on the bank of the river and put Milton down next to him. Brian placed his hands in the waters and felt the cool rushing feeling as he cupped his hands. Collecting some water, he brought his hands to his mouth and took a large sip. He sighed in content as he took some more water and splashed his face. He looked down at the water and stared at his own reflection. His hair was ragged, his face was still dirty, and his eyes. His eyes were heavy. How can a man so young have eyes so old?
Just then, Brian heard the shuffling of rocks come from behind him. Brian whipped around to see three humans standing behind him. At least they looked human to Brian. They were tall and thin creatures with light blond hair and very pale skin. But it was the eyes that caught Brian’s attention. These beings eyes were a bright green. Their outfits seemed odd too. They were wearing what could only be described as leather armor. They had an appearance that seemed straight out of a Tolkien book.
Brian: Who are you?
Being #1: We could ask you the same question. We have not had a traveler venture into our territory for many years.
Brian: I’m just someone trying to escape the Jabberwocky and find a way home.
Being #2: Then we have a common enemy. The Jabberwocky is a deadly creature. For you to survive an encounter, you must be a brave warrior.
Brian: I wouldn’t say warrior.
Being #3: Either way, you must be tired and hungry. Come with us. We will provide you with food and shelter.
Brian looked down at Milton, who gave a turtle shrug. Brian figured he had nothing left to lose since his sanity was hanging on by a thread. He picked up Milton and followed these strange beings to wherever.
Brian: You still never explained who you are.
Being #1: Forgive us. We are the Xoltons. Our people have lived in this cave for centuries. We only leave to gather food and even that is a challenge as cave life has left us with fair skin and fairer eyes. We can’t handle the natural sun for very long.
Brian: But what is your name?
Being #1: My name is Ryun. I am the chief of the tribe.
Brian: Name’s Brian.
Brian followed the Xoltons deeper into the cave. He wondered what kind of civilization they had created. And soon enough he got his answers as they traveled into the largest opening in the cave. The sight made Brian catch his breath in his throat as he witnessed the beauty that was the Xolton Tribe. Instead of creating housing in the rocks and risking the integrity of the cave, the Xoltons created a series of wooden huts attached to the walls of the cave, all connected by ropes, ladders, bridges, and even simple forms of elevators. It was an amazing sight to see.
Ryun: Follow me to my hut. There you can rest for as long as you need.
Brian nodded silently since he was at a loss for words. He followed Ryun into one of the crude elevators and watched as Ryun pulled the rope and made the lift go higher and higher. Reaching the very top of the buildings, Brian walked onto the platform to feel that it was more stable and solid then he had expected. Sensing Brian’s wonderment, Ryun smiled.
Ryun: The wood used to build all this was chopped from the mighty Aldizon tree. The wood can withstand up to 1000X the weight of steel. Making it ideal for our homes.
Brian nodded at the explanation as he walked up to the hut that must have belonged to Ryun. He stepped inside to see that the interior was just as simple as the outside. It was a single room that held a large opening for a fire, pots that held food and water, and the floor was covered in an animal pelt that looked strikingly like bear. Also into the room was a girl, no older than him, working the fire. She turned around and smiled. She got up and kissed Ryun on the cheek.
Girl: Welcome home father. Who’s our guest?
Ryun: His name is Brian. He is a traveler we found by the river. I offered him a place to rest. He’s traveled a long way and faced many dangers including the Jabberwocky and the Illusion House.
Girl: Very well. Come sit traveler.
The girl took Brian by his free hand and placed him on the floor as she scurried around the room and handed him a bowl of water and a bowl of what appeared to be some type of meat soup. Brian took a swig of the soup to find out that it was actually delicious. The vegetables and spices complemented the meat in a way that gave it an enjoyable spicy taste. The girl sat down across from Brian and stared at him, the smile never leaving her face for a minute. While everything she’s doing is a sweet gesture, the smile was making him uncomfortable.
Brian: So….what’s your name?
Girl: My name is Cadhilla.
Milton: Pleasure to meet you Cadhilla. I am Milton.
Cadhilla: Hello Milton. Is it true that Brian escaped the Jabberwocky?
Milton: It is true. Though it was dangerously close.
This seemed to make Cadhilla smile even more. The idea of escaping that disgusting beast was making Brian sound like this big brave hero when he was actually just scared kid fighting to just survive.
Cadhilla: Where are you from Brian?
Brian: Philly.
Cadhilla: Philly? Where’s that?
Brian: It’s….uh….far away. Very far from here.
Cadhilla: I see. I bet your tribe is full of strong warriors.
Brian: I wouldn’t go that far…..
Cadhilla: What’s it like there?
Brian: It’s amazing really. We have these buildings called skyscrapers that reach high into the sky. And at night, the entire city lights up creating this beautiful sight.
Cadhilla: Wow that sounds amazing! Wish I could see it. I would love to see anything outside this cave.
Brian: I take it you don’t get out much?
Cadhilla: I’m the daughter of the chief. I’m lucky if I get to walk around the tribe. It gets so boring here, it’s enough to drive you mad.
Brian: Yeah I’ve been feeling like that the entire time I’ve been here. It feels good to be able to relax alittle and not worry about something attacking me in the night.
Cadhilla: Well you are safe now. The Xolton’s are a friendly tribe and we will give you shelter for as long as you see fit.
Cadhilla got up from the floor and gave Brian a small bow before leaving the hut. Brian sat on the floor of this strange hut as he drank his soup and water. After everything that happened to him today, it felt great to be sitting down, having a hot meal, and having the security that allows him to sleep.
Brian: “Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Those are the words of poet Dylan Thomas. It’s all about making your life count. When old age comes and death is at your door what will you look back on? What did you do that made it all worthwhile? How will you be remembered? Will your candle quietly burn out unnoticed, or will you rage into death knowing that you did everything you set out to do and you are proud of what you accomplished ready for what death brings you. It's a challenge to take the risks that make your life meaningful. It has become the way I now live my life.
I stated before that my ultimate goal is getting remembered. To be able to look back on my death bed and smile as I can say that I die with no regrets. Live in the now, but never forget your past. For it’s your past that defines who you are and what you’ve become. It’s your past mistakes and how you learned from them that show the growth you’ve went through. But you must never live in your past. To live in your past is to never fully grow as a human. And to never achieve you truest potential. It is the ultimate death sentence one can put on one’s self. For if you never become the best you can be, you will succeed at nothing. You become a footnote in history.
Last week at Summertime Smash, I did what I always said I would do. And that is overcome the odds and win. I beat 3 other superstars to achieve my chance to reclaim what is mine, and that is the broadcast title. However, after watching what transpired between the champion and the challenger during that same event, I am unsure whether or not I really want to take part in that title scene. You have the love/hate relationship of Jones and Mya, and now the ever slipping psyche of the “champion” Brytain. Surely this isn’t the last time these three are in the same ring again, and I do not wish to be a victim of crossfire. It’s interesting to see how the lust for gold drives men into the darkest depth of their own minds, causing them more harm than good. One day you all will lose. It’s a fact. I just pray that when you do, your entire mind doesn’t shatter in million of pieces. For once you lose the last string of sanity that you have, there is no returning from it. It is a one way trip down the deepest darkest cave in your inner most thoughts and there is no way out.
But that is a tale that will be told on another date. For before I can even think about a title match, I have a mountain to climb this week. That mountain being the ever dominate Curtis Wilkes. A man I am all too familiar with. A man who I hold a DQ win over. I took that man to his limit and he knows I did. And that was back when I was just a fresh face rookie. I have matured since then. I have matured mentally, physically, and spiritually.
I’ve become the man that can beat anyone. I have become a man that can challenge the world and climb out of the ruins still standing. I can fight wars and face the bullets head on without so much as blinking. That is a man that is destined for greatness. A man that is destined to win titles. That is the man you need to fear Curtis. Cause that is the man that is stepping foot into that ring come next Saturday. I won’t let this end in a DQ again. I will beat you down and pin you 1, 2, 3 and show the world I am not to be messed with.
The end of days is coming PCW. The time where the righteous are saved and the sinners are damned to an eternity in hellfire. That will be my duty come Rapture. I will judge those who stand before me. However all those that stand before are challenging me and therefore must be sent into damnation. I will be the judge, juror, and executioner for you all. The trial will be short. The sentence fierce. Your death, swift. No matter how hard you prepare, it will do no good. You destiny was changed the moment you were chosen to face me. The only destiny you have, is the one where I put you 6 feet underground. Goodnight Curtis. May I haunt your dreams forever.
Brian finishes his soup as he feels his body start to enter the realm of sleep. The adrenaline finally wearing off, leaving him almost completely immobile. Brian lays back on the soft, warm bear pelt, and feels his eyes grow heavier and heavier as he enters sleep, his mind finally become peaceful.
This world was gonna be the death of Brian. First the Jaberwocky, then the Victorian dolls. Now who knows what is lurking beyond this forest. Were dinosaurs roaming freely here like some deranged Jurassic Park? Maybe there was a yeti roaming the mountains. The horrors of the unknown were to become the true test of the fragility of Brian Stryker. Could he with stand what lies ahead, or would he lose himself to the madness of this world?
Milton: Brian, I know you don't want to hear this, but we must move. We are still in serious danger sitting here.
Brian looked at the turtle he was traveling with, with a look of complete emptiness. His eyes, once full of life, were now filled with nothing but sorrow. The pressures of this world were weighing heavily on the psych of the young high flyer.
Milton: Please Brian. I can't promise things will get better from here, but they will get worst for sure.
Brian looks from his turtle to deep into the groove of trees before him. He knew that the Jaberwocky was surely not far behind them and clearly heard them scream earlier. He gets up from the floor and dusts himself off. He turned heel and starts to walk as far away from the clearing as possible. He walked in silence, the sound of nature being the only ambiance. The tweeting of the birds. The whistling of the wind through the trees and leaves. The cracking of branches under Brian's shoe.
Stryker's Thoughts: This world is much different then anything I've been to before. This world is all to real. To die here would mean to die in reality. Just what I need some Freddy Kruger shit.
Brian continued to walk through the forest in silence, pushing his ways past the trees, feeling like they were closing in on him, making it much harder to escape their deadly maze. Slowly the sun started to set as the orange warm glow of dusk became the haunting black of twilight. Now Brian was stuck traversing through unknown plains without a light and no knowledge of where to go. He just kept pushing forward through the trees in hope of finding some form of civilization that could give him shelter and solace from his nightmare, albeit for the night.
As the night went on and as the forest seemed to grow larger and larger, Brian's mind started to wonder. He wondered if he was at the end of his life. Would the ticking end for him? How would he be discovered back home? Was he even back home? Was this world all the more real then he original thought? Brian quickly shunned these thoughts from his head as he knew that to think like that was the worst thing to do besides admitting defeat. Brian had to carry on. He had to preserve no matter what he faced. After what felt like eternity, the never ending maze of trees finally ended and now facing Brian was this ever looming cave.
Stryker: First a house now a cave. Let's just get this over with.
Brian took a deep breath and entered the cave, once again being met by a deep darkness. Brian felt along the walls looking for something he can use as a light, when he felt the rock under his hand retract. Suddenly the rocks started to glow with a blue light. It was a soothing light that made Brian feel much calmer about exploring this cave. He took another deep breath and continued to walk down this long path, deeper and deeper into the cave.
As they traveled down the rocky paths, the sounds of a river slowly began to echo throughout the cavern. Brian, having a small flicker of hope, followed the sound. As the trickling grew louder, Brian was filled with a sense that he found a place to relax and at least a moment to rest. Finally after following the sound, Brian came upon his reward. A beautiful flowing river with clear fresh water. The sound of the babbling water calmed the hectic mind of Brian.
He sat down on the bank of the river and put Milton down next to him. Brian placed his hands in the waters and felt the cool rushing feeling as he cupped his hands. Collecting some water, he brought his hands to his mouth and took a large sip. He sighed in content as he took some more water and splashed his face. He looked down at the water and stared at his own reflection. His hair was ragged, his face was still dirty, and his eyes. His eyes were heavy. How can a man so young have eyes so old?
Just then, Brian heard the shuffling of rocks come from behind him. Brian whipped around to see three humans standing behind him. At least they looked human to Brian. They were tall and thin creatures with light blond hair and very pale skin. But it was the eyes that caught Brian’s attention. These beings eyes were a bright green. Their outfits seemed odd too. They were wearing what could only be described as leather armor. They had an appearance that seemed straight out of a Tolkien book.
Brian: Who are you?
Being #1: We could ask you the same question. We have not had a traveler venture into our territory for many years.
Brian: I’m just someone trying to escape the Jabberwocky and find a way home.
Being #2: Then we have a common enemy. The Jabberwocky is a deadly creature. For you to survive an encounter, you must be a brave warrior.
Brian: I wouldn’t say warrior.
Being #3: Either way, you must be tired and hungry. Come with us. We will provide you with food and shelter.
Brian looked down at Milton, who gave a turtle shrug. Brian figured he had nothing left to lose since his sanity was hanging on by a thread. He picked up Milton and followed these strange beings to wherever.
Brian: You still never explained who you are.
Being #1: Forgive us. We are the Xoltons. Our people have lived in this cave for centuries. We only leave to gather food and even that is a challenge as cave life has left us with fair skin and fairer eyes. We can’t handle the natural sun for very long.
Brian: But what is your name?
Being #1: My name is Ryun. I am the chief of the tribe.
Brian: Name’s Brian.
Brian followed the Xoltons deeper into the cave. He wondered what kind of civilization they had created. And soon enough he got his answers as they traveled into the largest opening in the cave. The sight made Brian catch his breath in his throat as he witnessed the beauty that was the Xolton Tribe. Instead of creating housing in the rocks and risking the integrity of the cave, the Xoltons created a series of wooden huts attached to the walls of the cave, all connected by ropes, ladders, bridges, and even simple forms of elevators. It was an amazing sight to see.
Ryun: Follow me to my hut. There you can rest for as long as you need.
Brian nodded silently since he was at a loss for words. He followed Ryun into one of the crude elevators and watched as Ryun pulled the rope and made the lift go higher and higher. Reaching the very top of the buildings, Brian walked onto the platform to feel that it was more stable and solid then he had expected. Sensing Brian’s wonderment, Ryun smiled.
Ryun: The wood used to build all this was chopped from the mighty Aldizon tree. The wood can withstand up to 1000X the weight of steel. Making it ideal for our homes.
Brian nodded at the explanation as he walked up to the hut that must have belonged to Ryun. He stepped inside to see that the interior was just as simple as the outside. It was a single room that held a large opening for a fire, pots that held food and water, and the floor was covered in an animal pelt that looked strikingly like bear. Also into the room was a girl, no older than him, working the fire. She turned around and smiled. She got up and kissed Ryun on the cheek.
Girl: Welcome home father. Who’s our guest?
Ryun: His name is Brian. He is a traveler we found by the river. I offered him a place to rest. He’s traveled a long way and faced many dangers including the Jabberwocky and the Illusion House.
Girl: Very well. Come sit traveler.
The girl took Brian by his free hand and placed him on the floor as she scurried around the room and handed him a bowl of water and a bowl of what appeared to be some type of meat soup. Brian took a swig of the soup to find out that it was actually delicious. The vegetables and spices complemented the meat in a way that gave it an enjoyable spicy taste. The girl sat down across from Brian and stared at him, the smile never leaving her face for a minute. While everything she’s doing is a sweet gesture, the smile was making him uncomfortable.
Brian: So….what’s your name?
Girl: My name is Cadhilla.
Milton: Pleasure to meet you Cadhilla. I am Milton.
Cadhilla: Hello Milton. Is it true that Brian escaped the Jabberwocky?
Milton: It is true. Though it was dangerously close.
This seemed to make Cadhilla smile even more. The idea of escaping that disgusting beast was making Brian sound like this big brave hero when he was actually just scared kid fighting to just survive.
Cadhilla: Where are you from Brian?
Brian: Philly.
Cadhilla: Philly? Where’s that?
Brian: It’s….uh….far away. Very far from here.
Cadhilla: I see. I bet your tribe is full of strong warriors.
Brian: I wouldn’t go that far…..
Cadhilla: What’s it like there?
Brian: It’s amazing really. We have these buildings called skyscrapers that reach high into the sky. And at night, the entire city lights up creating this beautiful sight.
Cadhilla: Wow that sounds amazing! Wish I could see it. I would love to see anything outside this cave.
Brian: I take it you don’t get out much?
Cadhilla: I’m the daughter of the chief. I’m lucky if I get to walk around the tribe. It gets so boring here, it’s enough to drive you mad.
Brian: Yeah I’ve been feeling like that the entire time I’ve been here. It feels good to be able to relax alittle and not worry about something attacking me in the night.
Cadhilla: Well you are safe now. The Xolton’s are a friendly tribe and we will give you shelter for as long as you see fit.
Cadhilla got up from the floor and gave Brian a small bow before leaving the hut. Brian sat on the floor of this strange hut as he drank his soup and water. After everything that happened to him today, it felt great to be sitting down, having a hot meal, and having the security that allows him to sleep.
Brian: “Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Those are the words of poet Dylan Thomas. It’s all about making your life count. When old age comes and death is at your door what will you look back on? What did you do that made it all worthwhile? How will you be remembered? Will your candle quietly burn out unnoticed, or will you rage into death knowing that you did everything you set out to do and you are proud of what you accomplished ready for what death brings you. It's a challenge to take the risks that make your life meaningful. It has become the way I now live my life.
I stated before that my ultimate goal is getting remembered. To be able to look back on my death bed and smile as I can say that I die with no regrets. Live in the now, but never forget your past. For it’s your past that defines who you are and what you’ve become. It’s your past mistakes and how you learned from them that show the growth you’ve went through. But you must never live in your past. To live in your past is to never fully grow as a human. And to never achieve you truest potential. It is the ultimate death sentence one can put on one’s self. For if you never become the best you can be, you will succeed at nothing. You become a footnote in history.
Last week at Summertime Smash, I did what I always said I would do. And that is overcome the odds and win. I beat 3 other superstars to achieve my chance to reclaim what is mine, and that is the broadcast title. However, after watching what transpired between the champion and the challenger during that same event, I am unsure whether or not I really want to take part in that title scene. You have the love/hate relationship of Jones and Mya, and now the ever slipping psyche of the “champion” Brytain. Surely this isn’t the last time these three are in the same ring again, and I do not wish to be a victim of crossfire. It’s interesting to see how the lust for gold drives men into the darkest depth of their own minds, causing them more harm than good. One day you all will lose. It’s a fact. I just pray that when you do, your entire mind doesn’t shatter in million of pieces. For once you lose the last string of sanity that you have, there is no returning from it. It is a one way trip down the deepest darkest cave in your inner most thoughts and there is no way out.
But that is a tale that will be told on another date. For before I can even think about a title match, I have a mountain to climb this week. That mountain being the ever dominate Curtis Wilkes. A man I am all too familiar with. A man who I hold a DQ win over. I took that man to his limit and he knows I did. And that was back when I was just a fresh face rookie. I have matured since then. I have matured mentally, physically, and spiritually.
I’ve become the man that can beat anyone. I have become a man that can challenge the world and climb out of the ruins still standing. I can fight wars and face the bullets head on without so much as blinking. That is a man that is destined for greatness. A man that is destined to win titles. That is the man you need to fear Curtis. Cause that is the man that is stepping foot into that ring come next Saturday. I won’t let this end in a DQ again. I will beat you down and pin you 1, 2, 3 and show the world I am not to be messed with.
The end of days is coming PCW. The time where the righteous are saved and the sinners are damned to an eternity in hellfire. That will be my duty come Rapture. I will judge those who stand before me. However all those that stand before are challenging me and therefore must be sent into damnation. I will be the judge, juror, and executioner for you all. The trial will be short. The sentence fierce. Your death, swift. No matter how hard you prepare, it will do no good. You destiny was changed the moment you were chosen to face me. The only destiny you have, is the one where I put you 6 feet underground. Goodnight Curtis. May I haunt your dreams forever.
Brian finishes his soup as he feels his body start to enter the realm of sleep. The adrenaline finally wearing off, leaving him almost completely immobile. Brian lays back on the soft, warm bear pelt, and feels his eyes grow heavier and heavier as he enters sleep, his mind finally become peaceful.