He hopped through the trees briskly, desperate to fulfill the mission. This mission had an importance above all others; it would prove, if he succeeded, how far he had come out of the depths of loneliness. His future, confidence, and even happiness would be foretold by this mission. Yet, he had doubts, surprising as others may think it to be; doubts about whether or not he truly wanted this mission to succeed. The target was like an older brother, one that overshadowed him no matter how hard he tried. The village pariah and a central force to the moral of the civilians, so similar yet so different. Both were genii in their own way, both orphans and alone, both unsure of what the future would bring, both the last of a legacy and heritage, both the last of a clan, and both critical to the village. On the other hand their essences were opposites; a light struggling to get out of the dark and darkness fighting to get out of the light. Yet if he were to abandon or not put all his effort into the mission; he would sacrifice that which he valued most: his honor and morals. So he would continue with the mission, no matter what it meant he would lose; he would fight to the last breathe and beyond. It was his duty, in this time and for all eternity.