I am sitting in my special place. I’m sitting on a large, mossy rock in the middle of a clearing in the woods. There is a small stream rushing peacefully below me. The trickle of water calms my torrent of thoughts.
I take a deep breath which pains me. A few seconds later, I hear very subtle footsteps behind me. I already know who it is.
“Mordred.” said a man’s insideous voice. He stopped, and I turned around to face him. This man standing before me was draped in a black robe, his face shaded by a hood. Though I could not see his face, I could sense his sinister grin.

“I’ve banished you.” I declared.
He chuckled darkly and stepped closer.
“You have not banished me, Mordred. You have only covered me up. I am alive and well, as you can see.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“I cannot speak with you. God has forbidden it.”
The dark figure’s laughter boomed.
“Has he now? Yet, you have kept me alive all this time, against his command.”
He was right. I could say nothing.