Deckard had been reading the text for days trying to find the answers to what he believed was signs of prophecy that the Prime Evils were returning, taking only a few minutes to eat and getting very little rest. He had to warn others and he had to find a way to stop the evil from returning. Deckard hardly noticed that the sun had already dropped for another day when he glanced up at the window. The moon shining brightly brought him out of his trance as he noticed his stomach was starting to growl. As he pushed back his chair and started to get up, he noticed he had built a wall around him made of books. Books that contained so much knowledge on various subjects but all dealing with ancient stories of the Prime Evils when he noticed a white mouse staring back him. “Well, hello little guy, how did you get in here” Deckard said softly to the little mouse. This caused another thought to enter into his mind as he stared back at the mouse. “How many spies may be out there for the Prime Evils?” he thought to himself. “I don't mean you little guy, but I wonder how many are watching but no so innocent”, Deckard said to the mouse. He started to drift off again in deep thought as he pondered the idea forgetting that he still hadn't gotten himself something to eat.... ------------ Based off the Diablo games that I love to play. Thanks for taking a look at my work! - Shannon