A Request

The hard way was to go for the cheat. The other wasn't easy either, but there is really a difference. 

Zmey opened his eyes, a gray wall greeting his face. He grunted in a low tune when he got to his feet. He paced closer to the window, pushing it wide open.

A gentle to no breeze swept to his face. He could tell right away that the air had neutralised the scent of incense that lingered in the room earlier. 

As he placed his palms on the window frame, he bent his back and stared at the silver, big moon. 

He sighed. "Greatness requires hardship. The hard way..."

The next morning, Zmey appeared right before a wooden door. Other rooms stood beside the one he was infront. As a matter of fact, some more others stood opposite to it. 

The surroundings was so silent the sound of paper being paged by someone so clear to the ears. 

Zmey said to himself, holding his throat firm, "Let's do this."