<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">The cheers from the crowd made him smile, victory was assured Calvin was going to be champion once more. Yet, there was something wrong....why can't he see who he was fighting? The crowd was still screaming like mad and that was just it, the wails and screams were like that of those who had lost their mind. Calvin's world no longer made sense and in the haze of his mind he felt the sickening sensation of being spun in a circle. As if the very world itself began to spin, leaving him in the center of it all to suffer. Mighty hands clapped the side of his head as a fearsome bellow broke forth from his throat whilst he sank slowly to his knees.</span></span><br/><br/>Groaning Calvin's eyes slowly opened, leaving him staring up at what looked like a bulls skeleton with its large curved horns proudly displayed.<br/><br/>â€œWhat the?â€ he exclaimed as he sat up in a rush, which he immediately regretted for how it made his head swim and throb. Groaning and grumbling some more he took a good look at his surroundings, noting all of the bovine â€œfriendlyâ€ decorations. â€œSomeone has a sick sense of humorâ€ he growled as he got to one knee, his large hoofed foot echoing as it impacted with the wood floor. â€œWhoever is responsible for this I am going to sit on them and make them sorry for thinking this would be a good jokeâ€ speaking aloud to himself as he heaved himself to his feet, his horns grazing a couple of the decorations.<br/><br/>It was only at this point that he noticed the bouquet of flowers he was holding tightly in his fist. Nostrils flaring as he took in their sweet scent his eyes took note of the card that lay nestled among the delicate petals. Heading cocking to the side he shifted the petals with care so as to read who the flowers were intended.<br/><br/>â€œhmmm....Mom...â€ his deep voice rumbled in his chest as he read the simple word, in that instant his moments before waking up flashed before him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Standing there at the flower stand, the rain heavy pouring down in sheets, though his hulking form seemed to take no notice of it, save for one hand pulling the finely made overcoat closed about the front.<br/><br/>â€œSo who are they for?â€ the cheery flower vender asked as the flowers were put together. <br/><br/>â€œMy mother. Today is her birthdayâ€ Calvin said with a smile while his hand worked carefully in manipulating the small pen as he wrote in the card.</span></span><br/><br/>The flash ended he opened the card to see what he had written, though instead he found<br/><br/>YOU WILL KNOW HIM WHEN IT IS TIME<br/>THE BLIND ONE SEES<br/><br/>Snorting in confusion he took the card from the flowers, â€œI know I did not write thatâ€ he mused aloud to himself before tucking the card into a fold on his waist, behind the belt he wore. Looking down at the floors he just sighed and tucked them behind his belt as well, as carefully as he could manage. Where ever the hell he was now that did not excuse him from missing his mother's birthday or not bringing her something.<br/><br/>â€œAlright Momma, your boy is coming home for dinnerâ€ he proclaimed before lumbering outside to try and see just where he was.