The Fall

Time seemed to slow down as Morpheus fell from such a great height. His heart pounded with fear and adrenaline, but at the same time, the pain and fatigue he had accumulated after fighting scores of assassins was beginning to take hold.

His entire body was bloodied, bruised, and battered. He didn't know how many bones were broken inside or how much blood he had lost. Darkness slowly began engulfing him and thoughts of giving up flooded his mind. 

'Fuck it…

'I've already done enough…

'It's okay to quit…

'It's okay…'

All of a sudden the memory of him riding the ferris wheel with Elena all those years back appeared in his mind.

"David, what is your dream?" The young Elena had asked with a bright smile.

At the time, Morpheus had screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with passion. "I wanna travel the whole world and see everything there is to see… I wanna be a wanderer!"