So many things had happened in the little space of three years. Time was as they say, a passing breeze under the cold night which kisses through the skin of men, leaving behind a cold shiver of memories.Three years ago, Hermes thought his world was completely over. The judge had passed his solicited judgement, doors of the prison had drifted apart and wide, beaming wickedly for his presence.The cuffs hanging and the shackles dangling from his wrist, he was led into hell in a cell. The inmates were pointing from their dark cells with evil fire glaring out from their eyes, like wild wolves desperate for a chance to devour a prey. They stared, hissing and snaring.There were on both sides and in every direction, their hands around the metal boundary which was the only thing stopping them from coming for him, and their sights ungodly and threatening in all forms.Hermes thought he might not survive more than a few days in that terrible darkness among criminals and murderers. Back then,

The night was cold and blowy. The streets buzzled with noise and music, screams and jiggles and most frequently, with the groans and moans of high and crazy teenagers who littered the roads on both sides.Wearing a dark hood over their hidden face, a figure perused along the long and constantly reoccuring lines of boys and girls who were fluxing and coalescing, both in the darkness of corners and in the highlights of the street, filling their lungs with smoke and their hearts with lust.The figure moved past them all slowly, one after the other, and towards a glowing building which seemed to be one of the only few things that luminated the scenery and gave it a little light of vision.As the figure came into the light, half of their hidden face was caught in its rays. Their feminine chin was visible and one could now guess that she was a woman. She had a bag around her back.With her hands fixed in the holes of her deep pockets, she stopped before the bright building and breathed deep

Kicking down the door with his leg, he stood tall before the duo as the wooden door came falling at their feet.At Razor, Hermes heaved. "The herald of vengeance!" His words sounded quite funny even to the victim who was still in pains of torture, they just made no sense.Perhaps he had been thinking too much and too frequently about his revenge, and he just felt like using the rather comical phrase at that point. But it didn't matter, he needed more than a magic word to beat this man in front of him.Razor launched forward slowly, heaving heavily as he proceeded with one of his torture daggers in his solid grasp. "Who are you? How dare you show your face here?""What has this man done to you? What's the torture all about?""You walk in here to question me?!" Razor growled with fury, throwing the dagger in Hermes's direction.All thanks to the quickness of Hermes's feet, he was able to avoid the attack. And the flying knife stung onto a wall. As Hermes balanced his stance again, his

"What do you mean?"What was he saying? That the key to that immeasurable bulk of riches was right around his fingers? How could that be true? How would he even know? He wasn't the one who gave Hermes the ring."I know who gave you that ring. I know he told you that it is to protect you. But it is way more than that. More even than the gold you're looking for. This ring has a very tragic story right behind it's very existence."Hermes ruminated on his words. There were hard and confident, and they harbored a certain fear."I'm not looking for the gold", he said, his eyes reinforcing his speech. "I want to find my mother."Then, bending down before Bell and staring into his suspicious eyes, Hermes requested. "Do you know anything about her?"This might just end his endless search. If this man knew of his mother's whereabouts, gold or no gold, he would be the happiest man alive. He would lay low completely and forget about revenge. He would live in peace without a lover, but then with a

"Where... Where is Hermes?"Bell struggled to utter those words. He felt as weak as ever. Whatever he was poisoned with, he could feel that it was killing him. He could not deny it; Survival was now a long shot and his days had finally come to an end."He has gone in search of a cure for you. He will be back with it." Haisley consoled his hopes, a concerned look in her eyes as she stared down at the dying man, breathing hope into his face.But hope had faded into despair in Bell's heart."I don't think I can survive... I don't...""Shhhh." Haisley put a hand on his dying lips. "Don't say things like that. I believe in Hermes, he will walk in here with the antidote. And you will walk out from here hale and strong again."Her words were power and the way she said them, the way she stared into his eyes."Who... are you?"At this point, the question was inevitable. Who was this woman with him and why was she so calm and comforting?"I'm just a friend of Hermes who believes in him". She re