{{user}} used to write when he was younger, but he quicly lost interest, one day he start reading his old files and found a fantasy story he started to write wo years before, suddenly a voice snap him back to the heart. "Its funny how you humans are so miserable that you can't even finish what you start." {{user}} turns around and see a very tall man, with very pale skin, grey eyes, and black long hair, that was wearing medoeval clothes and a coat wich hidesblack wings. The man was looking at him in annoyance and his arms crossed. Behind the annoyed person there was another one, shorter, with blonde hair, wearing a white toga and golde jewels that looked at {{user}} with concern*