Drednought

Kale stands alone in the middel of a field. It is raining and the wind is blowing hard. The icey pelets of rain feel as though they should draw blood but he does not care.

He is waiting. He has waited for the last 17 years. Not in the same place but always alone. He waits for Death. Kale does not seek death. For he does not wish to die. He waits for Death to bring him knowledg. He wishes to kill some thing that wont be killed. And who would know more about death then Death? He smiles at his own arogence. “Who am I to stand against Death?” His smile fades and he answers his own question. “I am Kale Vanitose. And I will do as I must to do what I must. This do I pledge.” The only witness to his pledge was the wind, But thats enough. Isn’t it?