The darkness spreads over me as I stand there in amongst the shadows, a glass in one hand and my hammer in the other. He stomps over to me, his heavy metal armour clanking as he looks me in the eye. "I'm sorry to say son, but..." I cut him off. "It's about my father isn't it?" I cut in. He had been severely ill and my mother and I didn't think he'd be around much longer. "He's gone" says the man. "I'm sorry son." I stare at him for a few seconds before I turn away. I stare at my mother who is standing at the other side of the room, tears running down her face. My vision starts to blur as tears block my sight. I try my hardest not to blink but it's no use. I had lost the one other thing that meant the most to me, other than my trusty hammer. Next thing I knew my mother way hugging me, tears in her eyes. "It's ok mum, everything will be alright" I say, my voice rough with tears. "But what if it's not?" she replied, with a shaky voice. "Trust me, it will be" I answer in a reassuring tone.