Wonders of the world await you...what’s stopping you? The bars of sliver? They are nothing, break free, fledgling! Fight the world with the sprit of youth, every thing apposes you!

Fight with everything that you’ve got, or return to the chains that bond you so tightly. Run my fledgling, run! Run away from your bonds, and into the arms of warmth - the warmth of the fire in a blazing building that hasn’t been set aflame, but is blazing with something intangible, the warmth of breath that the enemy lets out as he admits defeat, the warmth of your own skin that has reminded cold for so long.

If you ever falter or are hesitant, don’t linger! Run faster, fight harder, for as soon as you doubt your mission, the chains will come back, and bar you, making it cold again.

So run, run before you dragged back!