195. A Test Of God

Sometimes, silence is a man's worst enemy, for it doesn't just remind him of emptiness around but also gives you time to find emptiness within. 

Sir Dolorem lay in his bed alone, unsure of his surroundings. Was it bright? Was it dark? What was the colour of the blanket he was covered with? What was the colour of his clothes? 

He tried his best to keep himself collected, but whenever he tried to cheer himself up, he was reminded of the vows he took to Sylvester. The vow to forever follow him and support him—to give his life if he must—to become a bone of his holy throne if he must. 

Now, it all seemed empty. 

"I must not let the lack of sight hinder my duties. This is a test the lord has embarked me upon, and I shall defeat it no matter the cost."