The Book of Neforian Chapter 2
May 18, 2016 10:46:38 GMT -5
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Post by Henry Spearman on May 18, 2016 10:46:38 GMT -5
“Henry………Henry baby it’s time to wake up.”
Henrys eyes opened ever so slightly. He squinted up as the world slowly came in to focus around him. Sitting next to him in his bed was a beautiful woman with a head full of natural red curls. The woman leaned in slightly and kissed Henry’s forehead.
“It’s the first day of school honey. Come on downstairs and I’ll get you some breakfast”
Henry was excited. He was starting Kindergarten today. Henry loved meeting new people. All his Moms friends would give him candy and toys. He couldn’t wait to meet even more new people at his new school.
Henry climbed weary eyes out of bed and stumbled into the living room. He curled up on the couch and his mother came in with a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer. This was something she did for Henry every morning. Henry wrapped himself up in the blanket as his mom put the TV on for him.
“Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. My favorite” thought Henry as his mother brought him in an eggo waffle with butter and syrup.
“Thank you mommy” Henry said
His mother kissed his forehead and left the room.
Henry was an average boy in an average town. His hair was brown and he was blessed with beautiful piercing, almost icy blue eyes. Born with a cleft palette he still bore the remains of a scar from the surgery he underwent to correct the problem as an infant. With that exception Henry was a boy like all the other boys. He loved to run, to play, to joke. He loved warm hugs from his mother and snuggles from the family dog, Pete.
Henry ate his waffles and daydreamed about what school would be like. He was an only child, so the mystery of school was still very real to him. He was scared maybe just a little but his excitement showed through.
“I hope my teacher is nice. I don’t want homework. I wonder if there will be time to sleep. I hope I make friends. What if no one likes me? Pshhh they’ll like me. Is it time to go yet? How long is a school day anyway?”
Thoughts flooded Henrys little head as his excitement grew. Finally his Mother came in with a freshly pressed set of clothes for him. She laid them down on the table and told him he should get dressed if he didn’t want to be late. Henry handed her his plate which was no clean as a whistle (Henry ALWAYS licked up all the syrup) and she left the room again. Henry popped up from under the covers and put his clothes on. He wore a crisp pair of corduroy pants and a nice little collared shirt. His hair was always a little messy. His mom said it made him look cute.
After what seemed to Henry like an eternity his mother said it was time to go. Henry climbed into the car and off they went. On the way there his mom told him all about how proud she was of him.
“Youre going to make so many friends Henry, just be yourself. People will love you” She said
“I know mom. I cant wait. I hope I make a friend who likes wrestling just like me and we could be a tag team!”
Henrys mom laughed at the innocence her little boy showed. She turned on the radio and the two of them sang along to the country station on the way to school. At last the old car turned into the school yard and pulled up in front of the door. Henry kissed his mother and hopped out. A tear fell down his mothers eye as she watched her little boy carry his backpack that appeared to be twice the size of him into the school. When he reached the door he turned back and waved. She blew him a kiss and he ran inside the school. Henrys mother surged with pride. She was raising a good man all by herself and every day was a blessing.
Inside Henry was greeted by a plump little woman named Mrs. Bumfhole who ushered him into the classroom. Inside were a dozen or so other children all sitting indian style. She lead henry over to an open spot on the floor and sat him down next to another boy. They played a game where they all sang their names and said what their favorite food was. Henry saw a pretty little blonde headed girl across the room. They made eye contact and Henry quickly looked away.
The class played a few games that helped them get to know each other and before Henry realized it, it was time for lunch. Henry lined up next to the same boy he sat next to in the classroom. Henry decided that this would be his new best friend. He turned to the boy next to him and said hi. The other boy said hello but Henry noticed he was looking at him funny.
“Why does your face look funny?” The boy said
Henry was confused
“What do you mean?” he said
The boy poked his finger into the scar on Henrys upper lip and Henry pulled away instinctively
“Your face looks funny” The boy said again
“Right there, its not like everyone elses”
Henry still didn’t really understand but he didn’t want to let the boy know that so he just shrugged his shoulders and the boy walked away. Henry got his lunch and ate with the other children. He still wasn’t sure what the boy was talking about but he made sure to try and hide his lip from the other kids for the rest of the day. He wasn’t sure what was but whatever it was he didn’t want anyone else to see it.
For the rest of the school day Henry wondered how he would make friends if he couldn’t show them his face. Was he really different? Was he ugly? Henry wasn’t sure of himself anymore and now he wasn’t so sure he liked school.
When the day ended and Henry walked outside he was happy to see his mom standing there. He ran over to her and gave her a big hug. She took his bag from him and held his hand as they walked to the car. On the ride home Henrys mother asked him how his day was.
“Am I ugly mom?” Henry asked
“What?! Why would you ask that? Of course you’re not ugly, you’re handsome! Who told you that?”
Henry put his head down
“No one” He said
“Honey whats wrong?” His mother asked lovingly
“A boy asked me why my face looks funny. Does my face look funny? He poked my lip and said I looked different” Henry Said
“Oh I see.” Said his mother
She sighed and rubbed his messy hair
“No honey, you aren’t ugly but I guess you are a little different. When you were born you had a sort of cut on your mouth. The doctors had to do a little procedure to fix you up. That’s why you have that little scar. I guess it does make you different. I would rather think it makes you Unique. It makes you you”
Henry nodded and looked out the window. He wasn’t so sure he wanted to be unique….
________________________
The Video feed cuts out and Neforian is standing in a dark and wooded area. A light mist moves along his feet. He is slowly singing ring around the rosie to himself to himself.
"Ashes...Ashes...we all fall....down"
Neforian stops at that line and turns towards the camera. His face partially hidden by the hooded robe he is wearing.
“I find Nursery rhymes so soothing. They have a way of bringing you back to a better time. Sometime simpler, less complex. Easier.
A long pause
“But there is a darkness to them now isn’t there. A you grow up you realize that maybe there is something more behind the lines that are sung. Maybe there is something just a tad bit darker. Maybe you realize that the ashes in the rhyme ar that of so many who have fallen before us. You realize that perhaps “we all fall down” is a message. A foreshadowing of whats to come. Maybe you even find comfort in that realization.”
Neforian shows a rare smile
“Last week, the world was introduced to the man that is Neforian. Stuart Slane in particular got a first row seat to the kind of show that this man is capable of. While Mr. Slane may have thought that his scouting skills would have helped him he found out very quickly that there is power in the darkness. There is a power so strong that men like him are helpless against it. Mr. Slane was the first to fall in front of it and he will most definitely not be the last.”
“You see, I tried to fit in. I tried to be the guy that everyone wanted to be around. I tried and in the end it got me nowhere with nothing to show. So as the years went on I looked for comfort in other places. I found it in rhymes. I found it in classical music. I found it…..in the darkness.”
Neforian closes his eyes and takes a deep breath
“That darkness exists inside every single one of you. It exists insdie me, inside your, inside your mother and your father. Society calls on us to suppress that darkness. Society tells us that the people who give in and accept that darkness are sinners, are criminals, are psychopaths but I think society is wrong. Why fight that darkness inside you? Why suppress something so natural. Look around you. Look at the children pushing other children to the ground. Look at the coworkers who idly gossip. Look at the clergy and the teachers who cant keep their filthy little fingers off the children they are supposed to be protecting!”
“You look at these people and you tell me if they are good people. These people are no different then I am. The difference is only within themselves. It is their own inability and unwillingness to accept it. The difference lies within YOUR unwillingness to look at someone like that and see through the lies and deceit. Your inability to see through the sunshine and rainbows and realize that deep inside they are nothing more than an animal waiting to be released. That YOU are nothing more than an animal waiting inside a cage, pacing back and forth dreaming for the day that cage door opens and you can be released into the wild”.
“I am already there. I am that caged animal that lives inside you all. I am merely a mirror image of all the atrocities that “good” people like you commit. I am a reflection of the starvation of children in third world countries that you ignore. I am a reflection of the college rapes that you deem “boys being boys”. I am a reflection of husbands who beat their wives, fathers who abandon their children, priests who turn their backs on God, teachers who sleep with students, parents who fist fight at little league baseball games. I am these things that you sweep under the rug. The things that society has deemed acceptable because the people who commit them don’t LOOK like bad people. Daddy doesn’t hate mommy he just has a drinking problem. Father Bill isn’t a pedophile he is just pent up, they should just let him marry.
“EXCUSES!!!!”
“Excuses for every one of you who sees these things and turns away from the harsh reality that this is life as we know it. This is YOUR society that you have made and that you must now live in. I am that society in the flesh. I am the creation of all those things. I am the things that you wish to never see. The things you push under the rug so no one knows they exist.”
Neforian drops the hood of his cloak and looks at the camera
“But I do exist. Ohhhhhhhh I am very real indeed and there will be no sweeping under the rug now. Last week I made my debut and this week I take part in a triple threat contendership match for the TV title. Who would have thought it. The strange boy from Manassas centerstage with an opportunity to win a title. An opportunity that will not go by the wayside. With that title around my waist the world will be forced to take note. They will be forced to hear what comes out of this mouth. They will be forced to see all the things they have deemed unspeakable for far to long.”
Neforian walks a short distance down a small path in the woods and speaks as he walks
“CJ Phoenix I see you for what you are. There is a battle inside you that you are fighting. You are the exact personification of what I am talking about. Don’t fight that fight. You don’t need to win it. When you finally let go and lose that battle you will be unstoppable. You will wonder why you ever fought it at all. The people around you will look at you differently of course but it wont matter. You will be able to go through life knowing that you are the true embodiment of what we are as a society. I have watched you. I have seen your struggle. Watched you give in and end a mans career. You saw the power that you possess inside you and what did you do with it? You pushed it down. You fought back against yourself!”
Neforian looks incredulous
“How can you look at what you did and see a negative from that? I look at that and I see a man who could be a world champion. I look at that and I see a man who could be exactly what I am. I see a man who is so close to the realization that success and championships are only inches from his face but I see a man who doesn’t WANT that realization. I see a man who turns away from that fact because he buys into the ideas that his society has pounded home into him from such a young age. I see a man who will never reach his true potential because of his unwillingness to give in to that darkness that seeps up from deep inside him. Give in CJ Phoenix. Give in to that urge. Don’t fight it anymore. Follow me and I will show you an existence that is true peace. I will show you a path that leads to one place and one place only. Success. Fight it and you will end up on the opposite end of that existence. You will end up standing across the ring from me wondering how you can contain this animal. Take the advice CJ. Let go of everything you think you know and allow yourself to fall peacefully into that darkness. Ill be waiting as a friend when you do or ill be waiting as an enemy when you don’t. Your choice”
Neforian suddenly changes his facial expression into something a bit more bemused
“Lucious Starr. The foster child. The abandoned one. The boy who was rescued by a loving yet unfortunately unable to conceive couple. The boy who was world renowned by his early teens in the boxing world. The man who would soon fall from grace in that boxing world because he just couldn’t follow the rules. The man so unappreciative of everything he was handed that he just had to run away and make it on his own.”
Neforian lets out a short stifled laugh
“What was it like lucy? What was it like knowing that there were people in the world who cared enough about you to take you in and claim you as their own? What was it like to have a dad who loved you? Who spent time with you? Who trained you and made you what you are today?”
“What was it like?”
“Lucy, I look at you and I see my childhood. I see a boy who had everything handed to him and never appreciated it. I see someone who always thought he was better. Someone who always thought that the world owed him something more. You hide behind an rough street fighting exterior but inside you are no different then every other child I grew up with. You are ungrateful. You don’t realize just how good you’ve had it and you make me sick.”
“Do you know what it is like to have no one lucy? Do you know what its like to listen to all the other boys and girls talk about their family’s and not understand what they are even talking about? Of course not. You were lucky enough to escape that hell. You found a family who would love you, care for you, teach you things. You found a dad who was willing to embrace you as his own son even though you weren’t and you threw it away!”
Neforians face turns to anger
“You had a man there who would have given everything for you and you looked him in the eye and turned your back on him! Then you have the audacity to pretend that everything you have accomplished in your life WASN’T because of him. That it wasn’t because of the man who laid the foundation for you to go out and achieve whatever you wanted. You are a fake, Lucious Starr. You are just like everyone else in the world. You are a self-righteous, self-entitled, me me me fake.”
“This week at Slam I will show the world just how dangerous I am. I will beat both you and CJ Phoenix and then I will move on to the triple threat title match. And when I strap that title around my waist my voice will be heard. This company will take notice, the world will take notice and Neforians Message will be heard loud and clear.”
“Its time for change and it starts right here in the WCF”
Neforian walks down the pathway and the camera stays put until He disappears into the mist
Henrys eyes opened ever so slightly. He squinted up as the world slowly came in to focus around him. Sitting next to him in his bed was a beautiful woman with a head full of natural red curls. The woman leaned in slightly and kissed Henry’s forehead.
“It’s the first day of school honey. Come on downstairs and I’ll get you some breakfast”
Henry was excited. He was starting Kindergarten today. Henry loved meeting new people. All his Moms friends would give him candy and toys. He couldn’t wait to meet even more new people at his new school.
Henry climbed weary eyes out of bed and stumbled into the living room. He curled up on the couch and his mother came in with a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer. This was something she did for Henry every morning. Henry wrapped himself up in the blanket as his mom put the TV on for him.
“Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. My favorite” thought Henry as his mother brought him in an eggo waffle with butter and syrup.
“Thank you mommy” Henry said
His mother kissed his forehead and left the room.
Henry was an average boy in an average town. His hair was brown and he was blessed with beautiful piercing, almost icy blue eyes. Born with a cleft palette he still bore the remains of a scar from the surgery he underwent to correct the problem as an infant. With that exception Henry was a boy like all the other boys. He loved to run, to play, to joke. He loved warm hugs from his mother and snuggles from the family dog, Pete.
Henry ate his waffles and daydreamed about what school would be like. He was an only child, so the mystery of school was still very real to him. He was scared maybe just a little but his excitement showed through.
“I hope my teacher is nice. I don’t want homework. I wonder if there will be time to sleep. I hope I make friends. What if no one likes me? Pshhh they’ll like me. Is it time to go yet? How long is a school day anyway?”
Thoughts flooded Henrys little head as his excitement grew. Finally his Mother came in with a freshly pressed set of clothes for him. She laid them down on the table and told him he should get dressed if he didn’t want to be late. Henry handed her his plate which was no clean as a whistle (Henry ALWAYS licked up all the syrup) and she left the room again. Henry popped up from under the covers and put his clothes on. He wore a crisp pair of corduroy pants and a nice little collared shirt. His hair was always a little messy. His mom said it made him look cute.
After what seemed to Henry like an eternity his mother said it was time to go. Henry climbed into the car and off they went. On the way there his mom told him all about how proud she was of him.
“Youre going to make so many friends Henry, just be yourself. People will love you” She said
“I know mom. I cant wait. I hope I make a friend who likes wrestling just like me and we could be a tag team!”
Henrys mom laughed at the innocence her little boy showed. She turned on the radio and the two of them sang along to the country station on the way to school. At last the old car turned into the school yard and pulled up in front of the door. Henry kissed his mother and hopped out. A tear fell down his mothers eye as she watched her little boy carry his backpack that appeared to be twice the size of him into the school. When he reached the door he turned back and waved. She blew him a kiss and he ran inside the school. Henrys mother surged with pride. She was raising a good man all by herself and every day was a blessing.
Inside Henry was greeted by a plump little woman named Mrs. Bumfhole who ushered him into the classroom. Inside were a dozen or so other children all sitting indian style. She lead henry over to an open spot on the floor and sat him down next to another boy. They played a game where they all sang their names and said what their favorite food was. Henry saw a pretty little blonde headed girl across the room. They made eye contact and Henry quickly looked away.
The class played a few games that helped them get to know each other and before Henry realized it, it was time for lunch. Henry lined up next to the same boy he sat next to in the classroom. Henry decided that this would be his new best friend. He turned to the boy next to him and said hi. The other boy said hello but Henry noticed he was looking at him funny.
“Why does your face look funny?” The boy said
Henry was confused
“What do you mean?” he said
The boy poked his finger into the scar on Henrys upper lip and Henry pulled away instinctively
“Your face looks funny” The boy said again
“Right there, its not like everyone elses”
Henry still didn’t really understand but he didn’t want to let the boy know that so he just shrugged his shoulders and the boy walked away. Henry got his lunch and ate with the other children. He still wasn’t sure what the boy was talking about but he made sure to try and hide his lip from the other kids for the rest of the day. He wasn’t sure what was but whatever it was he didn’t want anyone else to see it.
For the rest of the school day Henry wondered how he would make friends if he couldn’t show them his face. Was he really different? Was he ugly? Henry wasn’t sure of himself anymore and now he wasn’t so sure he liked school.
When the day ended and Henry walked outside he was happy to see his mom standing there. He ran over to her and gave her a big hug. She took his bag from him and held his hand as they walked to the car. On the ride home Henrys mother asked him how his day was.
“Am I ugly mom?” Henry asked
“What?! Why would you ask that? Of course you’re not ugly, you’re handsome! Who told you that?”
Henry put his head down
“No one” He said
“Honey whats wrong?” His mother asked lovingly
“A boy asked me why my face looks funny. Does my face look funny? He poked my lip and said I looked different” Henry Said
“Oh I see.” Said his mother
She sighed and rubbed his messy hair
“No honey, you aren’t ugly but I guess you are a little different. When you were born you had a sort of cut on your mouth. The doctors had to do a little procedure to fix you up. That’s why you have that little scar. I guess it does make you different. I would rather think it makes you Unique. It makes you you”
Henry nodded and looked out the window. He wasn’t so sure he wanted to be unique….
________________________
The Video feed cuts out and Neforian is standing in a dark and wooded area. A light mist moves along his feet. He is slowly singing ring around the rosie to himself to himself.
"Ashes...Ashes...we all fall....down"
Neforian stops at that line and turns towards the camera. His face partially hidden by the hooded robe he is wearing.
“I find Nursery rhymes so soothing. They have a way of bringing you back to a better time. Sometime simpler, less complex. Easier.
A long pause
“But there is a darkness to them now isn’t there. A you grow up you realize that maybe there is something more behind the lines that are sung. Maybe there is something just a tad bit darker. Maybe you realize that the ashes in the rhyme ar that of so many who have fallen before us. You realize that perhaps “we all fall down” is a message. A foreshadowing of whats to come. Maybe you even find comfort in that realization.”
Neforian shows a rare smile
“Last week, the world was introduced to the man that is Neforian. Stuart Slane in particular got a first row seat to the kind of show that this man is capable of. While Mr. Slane may have thought that his scouting skills would have helped him he found out very quickly that there is power in the darkness. There is a power so strong that men like him are helpless against it. Mr. Slane was the first to fall in front of it and he will most definitely not be the last.”
“You see, I tried to fit in. I tried to be the guy that everyone wanted to be around. I tried and in the end it got me nowhere with nothing to show. So as the years went on I looked for comfort in other places. I found it in rhymes. I found it in classical music. I found it…..in the darkness.”
Neforian closes his eyes and takes a deep breath
“That darkness exists inside every single one of you. It exists insdie me, inside your, inside your mother and your father. Society calls on us to suppress that darkness. Society tells us that the people who give in and accept that darkness are sinners, are criminals, are psychopaths but I think society is wrong. Why fight that darkness inside you? Why suppress something so natural. Look around you. Look at the children pushing other children to the ground. Look at the coworkers who idly gossip. Look at the clergy and the teachers who cant keep their filthy little fingers off the children they are supposed to be protecting!”
“You look at these people and you tell me if they are good people. These people are no different then I am. The difference is only within themselves. It is their own inability and unwillingness to accept it. The difference lies within YOUR unwillingness to look at someone like that and see through the lies and deceit. Your inability to see through the sunshine and rainbows and realize that deep inside they are nothing more than an animal waiting to be released. That YOU are nothing more than an animal waiting inside a cage, pacing back and forth dreaming for the day that cage door opens and you can be released into the wild”.
“I am already there. I am that caged animal that lives inside you all. I am merely a mirror image of all the atrocities that “good” people like you commit. I am a reflection of the starvation of children in third world countries that you ignore. I am a reflection of the college rapes that you deem “boys being boys”. I am a reflection of husbands who beat their wives, fathers who abandon their children, priests who turn their backs on God, teachers who sleep with students, parents who fist fight at little league baseball games. I am these things that you sweep under the rug. The things that society has deemed acceptable because the people who commit them don’t LOOK like bad people. Daddy doesn’t hate mommy he just has a drinking problem. Father Bill isn’t a pedophile he is just pent up, they should just let him marry.
“EXCUSES!!!!”
“Excuses for every one of you who sees these things and turns away from the harsh reality that this is life as we know it. This is YOUR society that you have made and that you must now live in. I am that society in the flesh. I am the creation of all those things. I am the things that you wish to never see. The things you push under the rug so no one knows they exist.”
Neforian drops the hood of his cloak and looks at the camera
“But I do exist. Ohhhhhhhh I am very real indeed and there will be no sweeping under the rug now. Last week I made my debut and this week I take part in a triple threat contendership match for the TV title. Who would have thought it. The strange boy from Manassas centerstage with an opportunity to win a title. An opportunity that will not go by the wayside. With that title around my waist the world will be forced to take note. They will be forced to hear what comes out of this mouth. They will be forced to see all the things they have deemed unspeakable for far to long.”
Neforian walks a short distance down a small path in the woods and speaks as he walks
“CJ Phoenix I see you for what you are. There is a battle inside you that you are fighting. You are the exact personification of what I am talking about. Don’t fight that fight. You don’t need to win it. When you finally let go and lose that battle you will be unstoppable. You will wonder why you ever fought it at all. The people around you will look at you differently of course but it wont matter. You will be able to go through life knowing that you are the true embodiment of what we are as a society. I have watched you. I have seen your struggle. Watched you give in and end a mans career. You saw the power that you possess inside you and what did you do with it? You pushed it down. You fought back against yourself!”
Neforian looks incredulous
“How can you look at what you did and see a negative from that? I look at that and I see a man who could be a world champion. I look at that and I see a man who could be exactly what I am. I see a man who is so close to the realization that success and championships are only inches from his face but I see a man who doesn’t WANT that realization. I see a man who turns away from that fact because he buys into the ideas that his society has pounded home into him from such a young age. I see a man who will never reach his true potential because of his unwillingness to give in to that darkness that seeps up from deep inside him. Give in CJ Phoenix. Give in to that urge. Don’t fight it anymore. Follow me and I will show you an existence that is true peace. I will show you a path that leads to one place and one place only. Success. Fight it and you will end up on the opposite end of that existence. You will end up standing across the ring from me wondering how you can contain this animal. Take the advice CJ. Let go of everything you think you know and allow yourself to fall peacefully into that darkness. Ill be waiting as a friend when you do or ill be waiting as an enemy when you don’t. Your choice”
Neforian suddenly changes his facial expression into something a bit more bemused
“Lucious Starr. The foster child. The abandoned one. The boy who was rescued by a loving yet unfortunately unable to conceive couple. The boy who was world renowned by his early teens in the boxing world. The man who would soon fall from grace in that boxing world because he just couldn’t follow the rules. The man so unappreciative of everything he was handed that he just had to run away and make it on his own.”
Neforian lets out a short stifled laugh
“What was it like lucy? What was it like knowing that there were people in the world who cared enough about you to take you in and claim you as their own? What was it like to have a dad who loved you? Who spent time with you? Who trained you and made you what you are today?”
“What was it like?”
“Lucy, I look at you and I see my childhood. I see a boy who had everything handed to him and never appreciated it. I see someone who always thought he was better. Someone who always thought that the world owed him something more. You hide behind an rough street fighting exterior but inside you are no different then every other child I grew up with. You are ungrateful. You don’t realize just how good you’ve had it and you make me sick.”
“Do you know what it is like to have no one lucy? Do you know what its like to listen to all the other boys and girls talk about their family’s and not understand what they are even talking about? Of course not. You were lucky enough to escape that hell. You found a family who would love you, care for you, teach you things. You found a dad who was willing to embrace you as his own son even though you weren’t and you threw it away!”
Neforians face turns to anger
“You had a man there who would have given everything for you and you looked him in the eye and turned your back on him! Then you have the audacity to pretend that everything you have accomplished in your life WASN’T because of him. That it wasn’t because of the man who laid the foundation for you to go out and achieve whatever you wanted. You are a fake, Lucious Starr. You are just like everyone else in the world. You are a self-righteous, self-entitled, me me me fake.”
“This week at Slam I will show the world just how dangerous I am. I will beat both you and CJ Phoenix and then I will move on to the triple threat title match. And when I strap that title around my waist my voice will be heard. This company will take notice, the world will take notice and Neforians Message will be heard loud and clear.”
“Its time for change and it starts right here in the WCF”
Neforian walks down the pathway and the camera stays put until He disappears into the mist
