• Twas once a weary traveller who trod along a forlorn road.
    "Follow fast the trail least taken my fellow. More fortune is found along it." Said an old man in a raspy tone to the traveller as he reached close to a divide within.
    "No, listen not to this mad man,for he is decitiful. Please sir, take the trail most taken, for more have succeded in their travels along it" Said a crippled young lad no older than you or I in a sincere tone.
    So puzzling was the decision to the weary traveller that apon much debate within himself, he finally sat upon a nearby stump. The old man soon became violent with impatience. "SO, TO WHOM DO YOU CHOOSE?!" He bellowed, in a suddenly meancingly tone, as if the once kindly looking old man had been possesed by some sort of demon. The younger man merely winced as the old man began to spit and hiss with displeasure. "Do you see now? He is no mortal." the young man whispered to the weary traveller. "NEITHER ARE YOU NERO!" the old man retorted loudly to the young man. Apon hearing this the weary traveller stood up from the stump and said boldy, "Hear this. Be you demon or angel, it matters not, for I shant travel the path of darkness, nor the trail of light, I shall travel within the Twilight. "
    The old man and Nero were stunned, as the weary travelller picked up his belongings and began travelling between their roads.

    On this day, God smiled.

    "Tis the reason God gave us the gift free will, and one should never abuse a gift from god."
    These were the Traveller's last words, as he reached his final destination.