I felt sadness and the weight of rock crushing down on me. I saw a clock with the hands spinning faster and faster. Then a boy, his face twisted in anger, a sword in his hand … The boy’s face changed, his jaw wider, neck thicker, shoulders filling out. Now he was a boy no longer, but a hardened warrior, eyes dark as pine, the scars of battle on his face, chest, arms … He lifted one hand, stripping off a leather glove. The flesh beneath was just as black, dripping darkness like ink.
