Whence the curse is lifted, a new lease of life shall be born.
Facing yet another plight regardless of which direction turned.

Welcome back Marcus.
=)

Everything was a pitch black darkness. I tried blinking repeatedly, effort proved futile. Crawling on the cold hard floor, I reached for the far end. There was a glimpse of light.

'Hope. At last.' I thought.

A blur figure shaped out in the distant, advancing slowly in my direction. Funny. The figure seemed familiar. With every second passing by, the outline of the figure became clearer, like a stone pencil carving into the tablet of my mind. After what seemed like eternity, we were merely an arm's length apart.

I could not believe my own eyes. Standing right before me, looking down deep into my soul, was the one I once respected and cared so much for. I recognized that pair of eyes- glinting with determination, filled to the brim with confidence. His chin perked up, a smile evidently crept across his face.

'Marcus, you've made it. The finish line is right up ahead.'

Then and there, using every ounce of strength left in me, I pushed forward. He offered no help and showed not the least bit of sympathy at all, knowing the fact that only I am capable of doing this myself. All he did, was simply place a foot gently before the other, walking alongside me on the path I proclaimed the end.

'Just believe. Hang in there.'

Final sprint.


SARH!

It's here.