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around my wife as we walk side by side heading for the exit. Pushing the door open for her rewards a beautiful smile as I call to my friend from the restaurant. "Take care Ronny, have a great day!"
     
    "Ok Ash, we'll see you next time, give my best to your family and congratulations again, well done." Ronny answers back.
     
    Heading out the door after my wife, I suddenly stop as she looks at me puzzled. "Everything ok Ash?"
     
    Lately the moment has passed me by, but not this time as I reach over and dip my wife kissing her passionately right there in the parking lot. Seize the day, this life and all the emotional spoils, advice from my father in his wisest years.
     
    "And the Academy Award goes to!" Angela says with a huge smile.
     
    Leaning in close I feel her hair gently brush against my brow as I whisper. "I love you Angela."
     
    "I love you too Ashton."
     
    The weather begins to clear as we part with plans to meet later in the day. Getting into my car I begin my journey to the gallery with a thousand thoughts running through my head. My unborn child is a new constant, this day I've waited for and with such a perfect woman and I finally get to be a father. Wanting to share the news, to scream out to the world but I know I should wait for Angela, for her and I are one. Since the moment I met her I've been lost in these ever-detailed pages of the most beautiful story. Instantly I fall from these amazing thoughts, these wonderful dreams back to the figure with the black cloak.
     
    This figure from my dreams, the dark one I paint over and over, the cryptic figure that lives in the back of my mind. Mortalitus, a name that's become burned into my heart as I wonder the reasons for all of this. Such a chaotic beginning to an important day and nothing feels right, with the seconds stripping away as a storm approaches and I fear its final path. I lean into the seat getting lost in the melodies, trying to shake these intense feelings of dread. Angela sits in her car heading toward our home, rubbing her stomach still in shock herself.
     
    For this new life growing inside her, she promises the world. "Dearest child you are my blessing, my hope. Your father is a good man and will always be there for you . Your mommy and daddy love you more than you'll ever know."
     
    Sitting in a cell alone with no light, the coldness of concrete his only consolation, Tyler Morgan, a man of religion prays for all these things he does not understand. Vivid images paint a picture of what's to come and his fear is for his friend from long ago, for these visions are of his future. The moment he touched it, the moment he held it in his hands, his role in the redemption of all things became official. This new path, inescapable and his current predicament remains undeniable as he searches his soul for the courage needed. Ashton Mortal echoes through his mind as he looks to God for guidance, wondering the possible scenarios and dark manifestations that shake Tyler's heart to its core, reminding him to be diligent.
     
    Forgiveness this day, for the truth has yet to be seen and he knows the seconds tick against his friend, the man fate has chosen, but why? A prayer from the dark cell can be felt in the musty air as Tyler's words flow freely. "Father in heaven, I look to you for guidance, for reason Lord. Everything I've seen in these weeks desperately says you have plans for me. I can only hope that my choices are that of your will. My God, I ask you to watch over my friend. Whatever your plan for him may be, please keep him safe. If this is your true desire, then let thy will be done, let this truth light up the darkness Lord. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen."
     
    My clock reads 3:15 P.M. as the sun shines once again today and the cloud cover begins to give way. Pulling into the gallery parking lot with a few minutes to kill, I exit the car and reach into my trusty jacket pocket. Opening my pack of cigarettes I'm