Mindroot

Balthor: Thine shouting has caught mine ears. A valiant effort for one caught. A title I shall give thee, But mine name I shall not. King of wraiths, is that which some call me. A death that all should fear, For death it is not so much, But eternal service to me. The Boy: Why take me, Myself is not for you. What evil do you come from, And what evil would you make me do. Balthor: I had only laid a trap, Awaiting my chance, Thy would have done the same, To have a body back. My ways are not evil, Only in self service, Laying claim to what is mine, The world is but my oyster. The Boy: What wretched thing, Has crept into my brain! My mind, thy cannot have it. It shall not be stripped away! Answer me fowl creature, What is thy name!