A Black car pulled up as large black gates opened.
The sun was high, the sky was blue, the grass was green.
The asylum usually looked menacing, but not in the face of day.
The car parked beside a vivid crystal clear-watered fountain.
Wheels grinding on a tile floor, pass by an office.
"Marc was an interesting case when he entered our asylum three years ago" the psychiatrist almost whispered, his words all equally gentle and calm "We usually don't condone the fantasies of patients like him, but Marc's other personality, Jake, he's uhm…". His eyes searched for the words to justify how he had been treating Marc, and he frowned at his papers to suggest his company interject. "In the email you sent me, you said he had PTSD, how bad is it?" Marlene interrupted, his brain storm ending to his glee. "It was horrible when he first got here. He had many redeeming traits though. Jake isn't a sociopath, in fact he's incredible with conflict resolution here, except… well, Jake is really the 'good' guy. Marc is moody, brooding, easily irritated. We gave him medication, and he stopped becoming Jake, except talking to himself when others were out of sight. I guess it's strange but…". "We'll need the name of the medication. We have another psychiatrist whose care we're putting him under." She interrupted again, growing impatient. She handed him a stack of papers and looked him in the eye, "can you show him to me?"
They walked into the games room, and the psychiatrist surveyed the area. He let out an "Ah!" as he spotted the patient, his massive size making the search too easy for the exclamation. His dirty blonde hair seemed to glow, and he seemed melancholically amused drawing on printer paper, all alone. As they walked up, Marlene stood in front of him. He lifted his head, confused at first, revealing a week old beard in a less favorable form of completeness. Studying her face he looked worried and excited, he smiled as he asked, "Marlene?". "Can we have a minute doctor?" she asked, and he nodded, also smiling, and walked away. "Marlene, I've heard… I mean…". She sat down and sighed deeply before asking coldly,"Does he know anything about your past Marc?". "Well, no. No he doesn't, at least not anything outside the wars". "He knows nothing of Raoul? Konshu?", she asked irritated. "No, why are you here Marlene?", his expression turned desperate. "I work for somebody who needs your help Marc" she stated, trying to soften her expression and attempt persuasion, "We need the 'Avatar of Konshu'". "Don't patronize me Marlene" he turned bitter and his voice became low, harsh even, "You don't believe in that shit". She backed up slightly and coughed, "Be that as it may, my employer wants that man. We need you Marc… I need you. What's this shit about a… Jake?". "It's nothing!" he barked "Why?".
"A long time ago Marc, you saved my life. For one day you were a God-honest hero. I'm not here because I like you Marc, I'm here because I need you, and even worse I have to return a favor. Do you really want to sit here and go out rotting in this place? I remember who you were back then, that day, and that man wouldn't be sitting across from me right now. He was a warrior… That man was a knight".
A silence grew between them. His expression changed again.
They looked at each other in silence.
Marc shook hands with his psychiatrist and he stepped into the black car.
The Psychiatrist looked forlorn walking into the game room again, surveying the room that looked empty by comparison somehow. He walked up to the table which formerly sat his favorite patient and inspected it.
A drawing of a crescent moon rested on the surface.