"I want to give them hope."

Azag, Chopper and I stood in a vast field of golden wheat, under the shade of the sole tree bent by time. Wind blew quite freely, making waves through the field, and a rhythm which made us forget this wasn't even real. I was astonished to find such a peaceful place spun around by Azag.

We weren't alone there. There was a man, with waist length dark hair and a gentle expression, wearing a long white coat. He didn't seem to take any notice of us. I later realized that this was a real memory. We were just onlookers in that world. Any action we took made no dent nor difference there.

"I want these people to take control. I can't help them much longer after all. I can't save them from their ultimate demise. And I certainly can't bring back the ones that die. No matter how good of a doctor I may be, I simply cannot accomplish a miracle."

At first I believed he was talking to himself out loud. As it turned out the tree was very much alive. Or perhaps, possessed by