Idle hands.

Me: Dad.. I'm sorry for this, but I plan on retaking the trial tonight, I need to relive my fears and figure out a way to overcome them. If I'm not capable of ending anything, then nothing will ever begin..

Dad: Can I trust you with not dying in the trial? It's not physically dangerous, but the mental shock can kill someone if they're not prepared for what they're going to see. If you didn't see the trial to its finish than you experienced nothing close to your worse fears, only small fears, fears that are easily overcome.

Me: How do you know all of this. You seem to know so much right now but never ever said a word about this before, something's up with you and the trial and I need you to tell me before I take it again.

Dad: You won't say a word?

Me: Yea, I won't.

Dad: Well, Lets start this then.. I took the trial when I was around your age; I had the same ambition of saving the girl trying to free the forest, Our family has been trying to let the demons out for years, we want a world revolution.

Me: What do you mean by demons?

Dad: I mean, a barrier that holds them to trap the demons, About 10 years ago the demons were told they needed to pass a trial to be free'd from the hell they live in. They have suffered with no food source and no water source, their body's are slowly rotting away; only reason they're not dead yet is because they don't need food or water for about 20 years. There suffering and their lives are in our hands, were the only people who know of this trial, I intend to keep it that way.

When he said this, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Demons? How could he have possibly wanted them to walk free land? This was where two choices popped up inside of my head. Was it either help my dad or try to free this trial and wipe the demons out? I could become a hero to my family or become the villain, but which one did I really want. I've gone threw so much pain with the self isolation I've given myself. Would becoming a villain just to kill an already dying race is worth the pain it would cost? Would I even have the power to kill them? As all these questions ran through my head, I put the idea of making that choice away for now; I wanted to investigate the situation and see what was really going on. I was slowly questioning my father, the person who I had once put all the trust I had into. I felt so in the dark now. Was I being fooled by my father, maybe he had some sort of contract? There were so many pieces I couldn't put together, so many things that didn't add up.

Me: I'm going to take the trial tomorrow morning, I there's somebody in the trial I want to see again..

Dad: Are you sure?

Me: Yea..

When I said this, he stood up and left the room. Not even a goodbye or goodnight left his lips. The only thing that left the room was his shocked face that reeked of pure fright, I now knew he was hiding the truth from me and I was determined to figure this situation out. Tomorrows the day I talk to the masked man instead of trying to fight him.