He stared into the light shining down on him through the high narrow crack in the stone wall that served as a window. Was this a blessing he had been hoping for? Or perhaps he had been singled out, made an easy mark for those who sought to find him against his wishes? He blinked as the light was starting to hurt his eyes. His fortunes were like the waves of the sea, rising up only to crash violently down before rising again to dizzying heights. He had to change because he knew the dawn would rise and there was no chance he would meet it unprepared…

Soundtrack: Thirty Seconds To Mars “Dawn will rise” (click here to listen)

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