Slave

A pale moon, shadowed by transparent clouds, enlights
the deserted land. The weak glow throws small shadows
on the floor. A lonesome man looks at the world with his
troubled mind. Alone with his pain and misery he stares
at the moon. A cold wind appears as out of nowhere and
hits him in his abscent eyes.
He hasn't known any rest since he crossed paths with that
black widow. She injected her venom which spread over
his body. Emprisoned his heart and soul, he just can't
die. Fading away from reality into a world with
just one goal in mind. So simple but yet so impossible
to achieve. There's no trace of happyness in his
existence, only the fiery desire to accomplisch his quest.
Doomed to continue his path to the Isle of Avalon...
Many problems will appear and fierce warriors have
to be defeated but in the end he'll have to face his greatest
fear. That he has to live with the knowledge that he's
but a slave to his emotions and that there is no
way to break the chains with his faith.
A faith which is linked with hers.