"My world is filled with stories, regrets, and futures to obtain. However , it is your ultimate decision on if being here is justifiable. I myself find this filled with boring. "<br/><br/>As Jonathan walked to the cell bars Cen sighed and looked at the floor and slowly turned to his food,  being fed in a prison and getting information from him to keep him alive was all he wished for? he wanted to be a teacher or a master, Philosophy was his most important subject in life.<br/><br/>And he started thinking<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #4080FF"> "This tight cell kept me away from observing the flow of Philosophy in this world, sitting here will get me no were..." </span></span>he thought.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Well it seems Cen my time here has been cut short, you can decide here on if staying is a wise ideas?"</span><br/><br/>As Cen gave his back to Jonathan who stood be the bars he slowly stood up with a smile<span style="color: #4080FF"> "Ah fine fine... you got my interests there Master Jonathan."</span>he said as he turned himself at him with a tired but smiling face.<br/><br/>Cen rose his hand at Jonathan and pointed at him<span style="color: #4080FF">"I will aid you with my Philosophic ways, my Powers may shine in your hands." </span>he said spreading his pointing hand into an open hand the palm facing the roof as if he was giving Jonathan an invisible thing in his hand.<br/><br/>"The black king is making his move , seven of our squads have been driven to death."<br/><br/>Cen smiled as he watched the shadow behind the bars<span style="color: #4080FF"> "Ah! having a battle are we? Fate might be too kind to my soul."</span>he said and turned at Jonathan waiting for instructions<span style="color: #4040FF">"Well then? will you fill me out?"</span>