BAXTER
I heard a loud trumpet sound as I walked towards the large gates of Tut. I had been walking for about an hour and although I did not feel tired, I was exhausted mentally. Being a loving dead came with its downsides, especially those that brought intense pain. Whatever it was that Ackley did to me, it was certainly powerful enough to evoke some traumatic memories of mine. They were the deepest and the most painful, those I wished would never see the light of the day. They were dark and they reminded me of who I was, a pauper in the clothing of a prince. I did not want such memories to come out any longer. So I did my best to shut them out, however, they did not want to listen. They wanted to be free and finally, I gave them their freedom.
The most vivid one was that of a hunting ga
